feltz or f3ltzyy – bl@ckbox 3style lyrics
hook 1 + feltz
i’m tryna get a black box before i’m in a black box
happy i’m not on roads bucking all these crack shots
man talk about riding but never on that block
i’ll get my marge+jay a house before i get that watch
now clock the sh+t that i’m about to say
cos on my grounds they ain’t coming to play
i get the mic and i spray
sixty fours, one two eights
might throw a hook in
never got a booking
yeah i know i’m ugly but she on my d+ck like pudding
verse 1 + feltz
i’ve been jooging, jooging, jooging
money’s a must
yeah i’ve been in the trap, got tired of the crust
turned that rock into dust
got that gone, re+up and i got some munch
f+ck a credit crunch
you can’t step to my bunch
in the glide on the hunt
tryna get down some c+nts
then i smoke me a blunt
that sh+t go straight to my lungs
i’m funky
that pumpy cost a monkey
in the ally with the junkies
yeah they love me
gonna get the whole block jumpy
see me smoking on the skunk leaf
gotta dodge cops & the undies
gotta jump height no bungee
that’s the risk we take for the money
i’m hungry starving grinding marvin
feels like im fasting
that air that i’m garspin
want to get myself on the market
get the weed spark it
get blasted
until i’ve mastered
all this hard sh+t
everyday gotta get a task in
never been a lazy b+st+rd
i ain’t stopping until i’m im a casket
tryna get that bread in my basket
tryna get number one tryna get charted
but never forget where i started
in my bedroom
only had my legroom
that’s me myself and i
i was high so i didn’t have no head room
don’t you get it i ain’t got no helping hand
the way i feel i don’t feel i’m the man
and if you’ve been through it i know you’ll understand
i’m tryna float above water and get to the plan
tryna get to the grands turn them into mills
so i can my mummas bills
living in the poverty that sh+ts real
so i’m gonna have to take what’s mine i’m not coming to steal
i’ve gotta get that so we can get out i’m just being real
and from young i’ve always been trill
i’m out here tryna get myself a deal
and tryna feed me a meal
never let the beans spill
so i’m out here grinding hungry
in the rain in the snow when it’s sunny
stacking that money but still look bummy
stacking that money but still look bummy
hook 2 + feltz
i’m tryna get a black box before i’m in a black box
happy i’m not on roads bucking all these crack shots
man talk about riding but never on that block
i’ll get my marge+jay a house before i get that watch
now clock the sh+t that i’m about to say
cos on my grounds they ain’t coming to play
i get the mic and i spray
sixty fours, one two eights
might throw a hook in
never got a booking
yeah i know i’m ugly but she on my d+ck like pudding
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