LuckTheArtist - Shoebox

Stuff it all in a shoe box, catch with me dawg outlaws like we Tupac
Pink velour Top, white shorts polo tube socks
You can bring friends, they can join, they won't lose out
Ask about my name, and my rep know them dudes vouch
Stand up gent who give his last, made a new route
Like the paper boy, tossing news in your front yard
I am not an actor but believe me, I stunt hard
Humble Giant who never trying, I'm always flying
It's only right that we get shit jumping, that's word to Zion
Keep it brief, them boys catching cases for minor shit
Got different bitches from different races, who like the kid
I need my debt, to my income ratio, no minuses
Only pluses, I got her blushing, what I done did
And she older, I told her, make her feel young again
Reggie Bush, I got coverage, soon as I'm running in
Got Dior, I got Ferragamo I'm spraying on me
Walking past, she wanna taste it, and lick it off my skin
Everywhere I been, everywhere I go
They show me love whether in Charlotte, Atlanta or in the O
They always stop me for my outfit or catch me after a show
I'm building bonds just off of dressing and rapping, that give me hope
As far as all models and actress, they in my scope
Just hope that when they see me out or in DMs, them bitches know
Not to ask him for no dime when they see him, the answers no
Plus the goal is making money per diem, so we can't fold
Laying low, till I'm wealthy
Making clothes, someone help me
All this lack of sleep I'm getting, know for sure this can't be healthy
Elevated since I started, it ain't nothing you can tell me
All these Yeezys in my closet, my collection is compelling
How they act soon as they see me, on their faces sure is telling
And my chemistry on beats done grew, niggas see how we gelling
Feel like Poppavich, I got this shit, just got young Wembyana
And your girl all in my thread comment, I'll get with her mañana
And they always call me Fresh, I guess they think I'm a Big Tymer
Had a girl I started Summer with, my current one is finer
Plus she specialize in two hand twist, I Met her in the diner
Precious garments shit is delicate, my outfit like fine China
Not a stain, not a drop
It's a plane, it's a opp
Niggas lame, stay the same, never change, I won't stop!

Written by:
L. Dedeh

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