Sting - The Box lyrics

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Sting - The Box lyrics

[skit] As life goes on we got to be positive We got to be strong Cos we stronger than we can imagine We've just got to try the beast in us MI said think outside the box and make the best of it Break the rules and rewrite the laws Believe in your self [Verse 1] Check Back on this one with a master piece Back with alot of facts to spit The current caption is Breaking every bone and cartilage So to locate where the chedda is Been born a clever kid Steady devising better ways to levitate Rarely taken by suprise The black continent's heavy weight Am tryin' to coordinate and not be fussin in the crowd If not money what's your hustle all about Grab a fat bundle of cash and be tossing it around Buy a private jet be flying in and out n***a Been dreaming bout' this 'fore Shmurda dropped hot n***a Before hover boards and all em' bucket hats n***a Cla**ical The dopest, one on ma block You ain't known to spit sh** outta da box I ain't known to say am hot when am not Young Sean Carter boy spit raps harder than rocks thats' wa**up! [skit 2] We all say life ain't fair But matter of fact We've just got to get used to it We can't Just limit our thoughts to a single box We've gotto think outside of the box I'd rather make one righteous dollar on ma level Than make a million dollars spitting rhymes for the devil Ama be focused and loyal to the game Cos music ain't what I do It's who I am [Verse 2] Want a crib with more than one kitchen in it And enough rooms to accomodate all my dawgs A little go cart to take me round my ma**ive land My girl getting tanned A wine gla** in her hand Reading the papers they tellin stories about her man Yet another shut down show in the club back home That's how the fantasy goes Back to reality bro Am just a Diddy combs wannabe tho Life's a lesson am bent on pa**ing the test Cars and p**y, little ttings I fancy myself Stay glancin' all ya life if itz aight with you Can't be a spectator tho if you reside in ma shoes I see n***as living my dreams out of this tricycle Got friends who smile at me but they dying to shoot Dying to shoot f** fakers mehn live life and live it true [Verse 3] I hate the fact that am hardly late I hate that am easy to tolerate But time's all it takes till my strategies fall in place Then take a step back and be stacking the foreign cake Time to find a pretty girl and raise some fortunate kids Who ain't gotta hustle hard for they fortune and sh** Cos' dad done did it all Cos' dad done seen it all Check it This one's on the record If I ever grab a mic and spit lies in it Karma gon come for my a** and I ain't fine with it Finally got the game in my hand and I fondle it Young Kyrie Irving with the way I handle it Handle it I still stick to my grind uh Fine wine I get better with time uh I'll never get complacent with the rhyme Didn't make it dis far to quit for a dime n***a You lying n***a We don't f** around na, we dont fornicate Wouldn't be amongst men that switch lanes as money came The rap sh** such a corny game If you with me you gotta do more than just say it dawg on my Tory Lanez Fourty came Fourty died Now what's ur chance of going against me and still being alive Really nice to wake and see the light And carry on the daily search that we consider life Uh To eaches own mehn I dont vilify s**er for brown skinnd girls with pretty eyes I ride and die with my n***as right n***as who smart, n***as that been ready and down to go Cos' am the new Naskim Ready to go I'm in the lime light cos' I rhyme tight You Call Me Sting The combo are Nas Rakim Reality is fake dreams are for real Many dreams are what we got and plenty wishes Now we got to be a reflection of our community [Shout out] S/O To Tay-Iwar To my hommies I love y'all