Box Wit God

[Intro] Yo [Verse 1] I gave it my best shot My mama said "Bet' not, you gon' regret lots You can't take head shots, picture it dreadlock Escapin' His presence, boy, you finna be Dred Scott" Tryna run the plays in the whole game got him in that spot A cowboy, a lone star, but not so Prescott Trying to absorb everything that the West got Women, weed, and wonderful weather keeping me comfortable Earthquake shakes turn your castle to rubble, bruh Verse makes noise, God laughs, I'm humble, bruh Plans come and go like the single at dance spots Ten racks in marketing is good, I guess not If God don't build it, then I guess it's a shame (Shame) 'Cause everybody laboring laboring in vain (Laboring in vain) A little bit insane, I guess a facade Your arms are too short to ever box with God (Yeah) [Hook] Your arms are too short to box with God (Yeah) Your arms are too short to box with God (Yeah) Your arms are too short to box with God (Yeah) Your arms are too short to box with God (Yeah) Your arms are too short to box with God (Yeah) Your arms are too short— Your— Your— Your— (Yeah) Your arms are too short to bo—bo—bo—bo—bo— (Yeah) —bo—bo—bo—bo—bo—box with God—God [Verse 2] Yeah, I got such a fractured fanbase (Uh) It’s coffee, poetry, podcasts, what do you do for tour dates? And truthfully, as of late (Uh, uh) I could host your party, make everybody participate The real ones know the way (Uh) The bottom of the 710, every first Sunday It’s funny how things change (Uh) The same names on the flier, but y’all came for the DJ Me, I keep my pen Sharpie with me in my beanie On the off-chance y'all send the beats to test me I'm conquering Lionel, man, leave them kicks messy Stompin' your clientele, I keep my speech West-y Launching y'all a flier, y'all peep this week's blessing, uh An old soul with holes under the shell toes Faded waffle pattern that's jaded from all that's happened When mastering kick-flips, like, does any of this matter? 'Cause [Hook] —arms are too short to box with God (Yeah) Your arms are too short to box with God Your arms are too short to box with God Your arms are too short to box with God Your arms are too short to box with God Your arms are too short to box with God Your arms are too short— Your a— Arms are too short to box—