LongLiveJag - Sandbox Story lyrics

[Verse] I'ma sandbox soldier Look, hey callin' me the bag toucher Brown paper bag busser, pick the cash upper Eatin like the last supper, came a long way From shooting dice in the hallways And watchin homies smash on our enemies in broad day And now uncle down on 85th and Broadway I hate takin losses but I had to learn the hard way I don't preach I just pray for my people n***as turnin' to the streets like they savin our people This sh** made me Even granny couldn't save me But she still lookout for her grand baby You don't understand lately I been goin' thru the motions They ain't throw me the ball even when I'm wide open Gotta I keep my eyes open just in case a opportunity knock Remain solid cus I gotta stay true to the block n***as buggin' so I gotta stay true to my Glock If I'm chillin' then I'm probably lookin' down from the top You don't understand the feelin' of thirsty to make a million I was sleepin' on the floor eatin' noodles for Thanksgiving The vision, hella clear but I'm the only one who see it Gotta make a couple moves for n***as to start believing I ain't cheesin', all this fake love, give me a reason So I never stop grindin' hit a different gear every season Stay focused tryna ball wit the click, but I be all in the mix Countin' up the blue face hunnids like a teller But I ain't never told sh** I was f**in up the cheddar n***as clickin' up so they can take the L together Imma stand toes still ready for whatever Still f**in b**hes while my momma ain't home n***as hatin' and these weird n***as tryna be clones I ain't turnin down nothin tho u know what I'm on We ain't homies like that so don't be callin' my phone I be hangin wit my youngins we be higher than drones I got hoes tappin in tryna give me them bones I'm a dawg and I'm honest an she lovin the click Take her money lob her up and homies dunkin' the b**h Fat woods in rotation, hotbox situation Lungs aching cus I blow dope like a Haitian I was blind all that time I was waitin' Had to rise from the dirt turn the struggle into greatness Streets been foul now they giving n***as flagrant Been chasin doe since my feet hit the pavement Tryna level up cus I can't do basic I love new money but I hate new faces n***as hatin on me cus I count blue faces My shooter got a full clip them bullets ain't racist Ion want the p**y but the bag ill take it Put a million on my n***as books if I make it I'll put a million on my n***as books if I make it Get my shawty out the hood take my momma on vacation I be smoking with them n***as and they Haitians I'm still with the same n***a from the sandbox