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[Intro] There once was a group of kids This group of kids found a mailbox in the woods These woods were apart of a place That they have been bringing up They started working on it They put it together They made this collective And they called it Box Gang And they called the place they partied at The 125 This is Box Gang Started from the bottom and now we're here! (Started from the bottom now we're here) [Verse] It was 125 from the start Party in Da Woods was a flop but what's good Homie, I was trying to get it wit my team Working real hard, every tape and erry track And my Uncle telling me that "I'm wack" If you were gonna smoke weed should have did it out back Homie, nothing real big, I'm good Just sitting back wishing I shoulda coulda would! Bonfire stories at the spot Tipsy, drunk, or f**ed, I puked, I'm bout it, homie Never would've thought, I got caught Doesn't really matter we still do what we do, homie We just want the box our whole lives Not worrying about nothing, liking face between the thighs Homie, puffing raw nug by myself Making kush clouds, when no one in my house No new fam, homie we don't need that f** a fake friend, where your real friends at? I was always doing the explaining Story stayed the same I never changed it I never changed it, I never changed it Remember your come-up and who you f**ing came with!