Box Chevy 8 Yelawolf & Killer Mike (Ft. Bub Styles)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Rollin' box Chevy, blasting Pac heavy, holdin' Glock steady
You ain't got to even try to be ready when you stay ready
Be prepared
I don't want my family gettin' thoughts and prayers
Nah, nah, nah, player
I've seen that happen to the best of players
Don't need no crooked-ass preacher givin' a eulogy
Standin' over me
With two freaky little friends that were cool with me
Tellin' one another what they used to do to me
And my little cousin asked my auntie what they gon' do with all my jewelery
Nah, not for me, snap out of that dream, sittin' right here right at the red light
Anybody try to dead Mike, it's a green light
I ain't never scared 'cause I move with supreme light
Life is a bitch and the bitch is the mean type
And she don't give a fuck 'cause she eat right
I can't eat right, I can't sleep right
I can't sleep right, then more stress
Then more stress, you won't be blessed
Don't let doubt ever be your guest
Stay fresh-dressed with chains on chest
In a box Chevy, blowin' on that blessed, yes

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
Alright, alright (My box-)
Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah (My box, my, my box)
That's life, that's life
Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, uh (My box Chevy, my, my, my)
Alright, alright
Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah
Rockstar, that's right (My box Chevy)
That's life, that's life