Boxcutter Papoose

[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