Nike Box lyrics

[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
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Check it

[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
n*ggas is paranoid, so I don't really trust a lot
The closest to you quick to put you in that iron box
All these stones look excavated from icy rocks
When I was trappin', stashed the money in my Nike box

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Nike box filled with all this cake in it
Before I ever hand-out, I'm gon' be takin' it
I'm authentic
A n*gga's style sicker than a clinic
Plus n*ggas want me dead for my pendant, uh
Super sport turbo engine (Vroom)
Got a n*gga quick to squeeze the fifth like lemons (Zazazazazazaza)
'Cause n*ggas brainstorm robbing me, but it's botched
Better think of the Koch
The chrome Smith & Wesson, the Glock
I'm the opposite of nice
Mean on the mic as Iron Mike
Outta mind and damn sure outta sight
If you read between the lines, you'll find
Snakes in the grass, the desert, water and vines
[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
n*ggas is paranoid, so I don't really trust a lot
The closest to you quick to put you in that iron box
All these stones look excavated from icy rocks
When I was trapping, stashed the money in my Nike box
n*ggas is paranoid, so I don't really trust a lot
The closest to you quick to put you in that iron box
All these stones look excavated from icy rocks
When I was trapping, stashed the money in my Nike box

[Verse 2: Kungg Fuu]
I'm the soul evaporator
Vivid calculator
Diminish your soul, tombstone engraver
I'm the cream of the crop
Tryna get a knot
I used to run from the cops
Jumping fences
f*cked my hand up from the gate
I'm still running 'cause I got this dirty gat
And I ain't tryna f*ckin' catch a case
My G said, "Get off your ass, you plan to be rich"
Cops 'round my way lock you up for no f*cking reason
I pray for every real man, that's real
Used to stash money in my Nike box, yeah, that's real
It's like we gotta pack steel just to survive
That's how this world is, but I'm still riding
[Verse 3: Tha God Fahim]
When I was young and really finding out just what I was
Gotta keep a keen eye out, 'cause it was no love
From a slug, they wanna see you left in cold blood
Must leave no evidence, picture me rollin' no gloves
Picture me hidin', n*gga, that won't happen
Picture a n*gga tryna jack me, I might clap him

[Verse 4: Kungg Fuu]
n*ggas talk a lot, but they glass jaw I shatter
Turn you to a dark vessel of fecal matter
Studyin' like Neil Tyson, catch a dagger
Don't work at Kroger, but I'm a bagger
Used to trap in front of Kroger to get the cabbage
Flowin' like a old school-ass bast*rd
But I love my melanin, feel heaven-sent
Buildin' on my enterprise, my third eye
See through all this buffoonery and fakes in disguise
God knows I'm on a mission, scopin' with my third eye
I can't f*ck with you li'l n*ggas, need more artillery
The [?] tank gawd, bomb first
Your favorite rapper is fake, dawg
I'll blow a n*gga face off at the baseball game
Mane, you ran for the first plate
And your main, we done been past the first base
My trap house just like a motherf*ckin' army base
Whatever you need, I'll find a way