Boxcutter Papoose
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[Intro]
Was it so our names could ring out on some fuckin' ghetto street corners, man?
Nah, man, there's games beyond the fuckin' game (Papoose, Papoose, Papoose)
[Verse 1]
I got the deadliest pen, who drop it heavy as him?
Brady productions, no interruptions, just let me begin
They ain't the best, they pretend, follow the messiest trends
I'm like a god to these rappers, to disrespect me is sin
Brooklyn kid to my heart, grew up on Biggie and Kim
Ever since I was a youngin, my mama dressed me in Timbs
It was just me and Rem, I seen some envious men
Crowded with doubts, they counted me out, ain't expect me to win
Cock and spit, man, I drop the clip then I empty again
Let off the Dese' and grin, hop in the Chevy and spin
They wasn't lettin' me in, I stuck it dead in his skin
The boxcutter, you cocksucker, your head or your chest?
The .50 caliber blow like Dizzy Gillespie and them
I seen it all in this world, your chance to impress me is slim
My Swatch watch was tickin', but now the Presi just spin
I just bent me a rim, the wheels on the Bentley are thin
[Chorus]
Boxcutter, you cocksucker
Bent me a rim, the wheels on the Bentley are thin
Boxcutter, you cocksucker
Boxcutter, you cocksucker
Boxcutter, you cocksucker
Bent me a rim, the wheels on the Bentley are thin
Boxcutter, you cocksucker
I can see haters a mile away 'cause my vision is strong
Was it so our names could ring out on some fuckin' ghetto street corners, man?
Nah, man, there's games beyond the fuckin' game (Papoose, Papoose, Papoose)
[Verse 1]
I got the deadliest pen, who drop it heavy as him?
Brady productions, no interruptions, just let me begin
They ain't the best, they pretend, follow the messiest trends
I'm like a god to these rappers, to disrespect me is sin
Brooklyn kid to my heart, grew up on Biggie and Kim
Ever since I was a youngin, my mama dressed me in Timbs
It was just me and Rem, I seen some envious men
Crowded with doubts, they counted me out, ain't expect me to win
Cock and spit, man, I drop the clip then I empty again
Let off the Dese' and grin, hop in the Chevy and spin
They wasn't lettin' me in, I stuck it dead in his skin
The boxcutter, you cocksucker, your head or your chest?
The .50 caliber blow like Dizzy Gillespie and them
I seen it all in this world, your chance to impress me is slim
My Swatch watch was tickin', but now the Presi just spin
I just bent me a rim, the wheels on the Bentley are thin
[Chorus]
Boxcutter, you cocksucker
Bent me a rim, the wheels on the Bentley are thin
Boxcutter, you cocksucker
Boxcutter, you cocksucker
Boxcutter, you cocksucker
Bent me a rim, the wheels on the Bentley are thin
Boxcutter, you cocksucker
I can see haters a mile away 'cause my vision is strong
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