Black Box Lyrics Man of my words like I'm communicating to a crucifix most dese yutes be gassing and chatting bout the trapping and stacking acting sooner rich moving mad insanity schiz start my career on dis blackbox ting finally on my hustle like I'm Mitch most dese MCs be disrupting a fake identity like the blitz protesting my views like an activist u aint no trapper couple my dawgies dere be stacktafists cuz right now I'm focused on repping Manny lean but my clothes be baggy had to hack ot had to hustle for the pees smoke up the sess smoke up the weed smoke up the ammy leanin in broad day light got me feeling all skatty Hella talk on the net don't force it its not needed attention dese fake bruddahs tryna seek it hungry to succeed in dis rap scene like I ain't been feeded fuck wat u heard I'm the realist try voilate den you'll get caught lacking and be doin double figures owning dem powers got me moving like some wizard old skool like kano spit so much fire dat I cause a valcano cuz I'm jus tryna give u a real awakening my realness will leave ur visual cortex vacationing cuz from day 1 I been nuts like granola switching up flows suttin like bipolar realness yeh I state dat hundos I'm tryna individually make dat picture me criminally insane yeh I create dat I ain't got no patience but I move lucky don't fuck wit the kid cuz I'm nutty leave an opp boy savaged up bloody ima mad man dats why I wanna cop me dat smokey dat dotty bad bitch give me dat good brain dat sloppy I'm overly savage so u can get ur face wrapped chains snapped haze snatched I can't trust a soul cuz I been snaked alot not payed enough all dese drugs got me faded up so mana kick down doors like a downshift hybrid wave so I'm dripping in sauce smoking dat loud spliff mana kick mana got links mana got bricks mana got links mana got ounces and ounces and ounces so I'm smoking blunts louder dan an eruption popping out the severity of my barbarity moving ferity smoking till concussion ballied up on the insta grammy got a Sahara Arabian Bally its moving all Iraqi and if dat yute dies ill be happy craving a Glock no love for an opp I got love for skengs and gwop so I pray to God dat I buss case no evidence jus a mud trace while u was in ur yard on ur phone surfing I was tracking man down for dem earnings fuck the snitches dey some pagons writing statements dese opps got me moving mad as moving more savage Dan Jason and the devil took my soul but I brought it back which means I rectified demons and potions on em till the oppositions mesmerized savage up a fuckboy and leave him feeling electrified stack trap never lack and I like my hoes exoctic bad and tattooed wit a back and you ain't road fam I never seen u crudded out or step out on the pavement got young gees and dere moving all blatant and my fine hoe dere she a badders and did yute thought he was hard till he got managed and wen the yats see dis bankroll dey jus can't stay passive and skengs on my mind dats havoc