Shadowboxing

[Chorus]

(No, it's no use to pretend)

We reeled him in like a tacklebox

(Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)

And all he felt afterwards was the aftershock (We can’t—)

(No, it's no use to pretend)

I be sparrin' with my demons when I shadowbox

(Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)

Eight after 10 p.m. (La música de Harry Fraud, we can’t—)

[Verse 1]

It's the Bricktionary, my life is a bitch I'm fuckin' missionary (My life)

Thousand caskets of the tech, pockets like a cеmetary

Facin' felony and possessions, no attеmpt to carry

Pulled up like the ice cream man, trunk full of Ben & Jerry's (Yeah)

Two-way, deuce, siete, you know we legendary

Rep this shit so much they thinkin' I was born in February (But I wasn't)

Me sellin’ dope, gettin’ money, shit was hereditary

Way I felt back when I played the corner like the secondary (Uh)

With the Chappelle Show mixed with the weekend at the Perrys'

All my fiends tweakin’, look like Tyrone and Ashy Larry

Roll up the dope, take a few tokes before I ash the cherry

Your bitch tryna drive the boat, but I prefer she catch the ferry

It ain't no use in pretendin' you never had to spare me

Never tried to hear me 'til you heard me on a track with Harry

Neighbors callin’ the hook on me, still in the trap with Terry

Duckin' Officer Mahoney, Hightower, and Tackleberry, let's get it

[Chorus]

(No, it's no use to pretend)

We reeled him in like a tacklebox

(Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)

And all he felt afterwards was the aftershock (We can't—)

(No, it's no use to pretend)

I be sparrin' with my demons when I shadowbox

(Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)

Eight after 10 p.m., can't set this on no Apple Watch (We can't—)

[Verse 2]

I was waitin' on that bag to drop

Dumpin' orange peelin' same color as a apricot (OJ)

Quick to get a nigga spilled playin' Simon Says

Pepper the driver's side, left his windshield spider-webbed (Gang)

I'm in the field in real life, this ain't no Pop Warner (All night)

Was tryna tread on thin ice, now we in hot water (Real ice)

I up the pole and air the stick out like a fly swatter

Freezin' cold, hail, sleet, snow, come, hell or high waters (Hellblock)

Me and my niggas paid a way, was left in jail to rot

Fifty different shades of gray, like, welcome to the meltin' pot

7-6in' on that drug zone, it's the Hellin' block

Pullin' all-nighters, catchin' pop, this shit don't ever stop (Stop)

First time I seen two bricks of dog, I was already rockin' (Cuzzo)

Thirty extended but the clip in my MAC-11 stock

Popped up his bro, don't even know if he was dead or not

Why most of these niggas be totin' guns if they ain't never shot? (Grrt) On gang

[Chorus]

(No, it's no use to pretend)

We reeled him in like a tacklebox

(Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)

And all he felt afterwards was the aftershock (We can't—)

(No, it's no use to pretend)

I be sparrin' with my demons when I shadowbox

(Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)

Eight after 10 p.m., can't set this on no Apple Watch (We can't—)