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creative peak - boxing gloves lyrics

[intro: ceo trayle]
(d+mn, highxlass, i need this one)
ayy, ayy

[chorus: ceo trayle]
beat the block with boxing gloves, my hood, they show me lots of love
we rollin’ up designer drugs, was broke until i found a plug
she say she don’t want no scrub, she sit there and count it up
remember when i seen them bricks, forgot that i had fell in love
ayy, it’s a dirty game, we knew that when we came in
ayy, if everybody died, then who’s the one to blame then?
uh, take my pain from me, baby, go insane then
ayy, need to stop puttin’ my name in sh+t that i ain’t in
[verse 1: kai ca$h]
had to go buy my safety, sh+t is gettin’ troublesome
feelin’ addicted, makin’ this my expense, i need a couple guns
still, i’m guarded, god, he got me, i been covered up
out of the way, ga, i stay far out, it’s like west bumblef+ck
uh, back in this b+tch like embryos, uh
gone for a while, went missing, did they miss me, though?
at the plate, i’m hittin’, i swing, i got ken griffey goals
cozy n+gga, sweatsuits for days, don’t wear givenchy clothes
keep it a buck, i—
pre+set heatin’ it up, i meditate, spend like a week in the cut, i—
been on the road for like two years now, i’m currently keeping it up, i—
run fourteen on a major deacon, sheesh, been speedin’ it up, i—
can’t do nothing decent, feel like decent just ain’t decent enough, i—

[verse 2: ceo trayle]
keep them murder one suspects with me, clutch that fifty on that mission
ayy, that dope taste like this big bertha kitchen
tryna make some songs for my lil’ boy to play without no curses in ’em
amiri my shirt, my denim
n+ggas gon’ die, he told us he wasn’t with ’em
i get the ski mask way, we don’t play
put a price on his head, get him spinned by the n+ggas that’s with him, his own dj
and the n+gga don’t like me because the lil’ b+tch that was with him was all in my face
if you in the car with me, we all on a chase
c4 with no manners, a dog in the face
ayy, i can’t put my fingers on it, i know somethin’ goin’ fishy here
ayy, he underwater and to get him, you need fishing gear
i thought she was gon’ save me, but she just wanna brag on my ap
now i’m back on the block ’cause they made me
finna open up shop and go crazy
you know i’m finna—
[chorus: ceo trayle]
beat the block with boxing gloves, my hood, they show me lots of love
we rollin’ up designer drugs, was broke until i found a plug
she say she don’t want no scrubs, she sit there and count it up
remember when i seen them bricks, forgot that i had fell in love
ayy, it’s a dirty game, we knew that when we came in
ayy, if everybody died, then who’s the one to blame then?
uh, take my pain from me, baby, go insane then
ayy, need to stop puttin’ my name in sh+t that i ain’t in

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