Box Of Sand Lyrics

(Say hi Skiip)

(Hiiii Skiiip, yo yo yo)

My closest homie tried to get me cooked but I ain't say a word

Ok lessons learned, I been holding bridges up myself so I just let em' burn

I been anxious wanting to kick in doors but I gotta' wait my turn

Thought that was my sandbox but I just got a box of sand

Shit fucked me over man he really tried to box a man

Y'all believe the hype I let em' tell it I know who I am

How you say you love me but tried to line me, you been evil then

False friendships and my hand was well extended, back bending for the love they all pretended

So I just mind my business don't need no new niggas

Don't need no more bloodies I don't want no more bitches

I said that I won't fuck her no more shawty started trippin' she said ain't spinning, glad you told me now I get it

Yeah she said ain't no spinning back bitch I wouldn't spin again

You ain't something I could really put my feelings in

Niggas antisocial towards me I start social distancing

Don't hit bro on socials asking bout' me ain't no getting in

I was in that cruiser I ain't think that I would live again

You claim you authentic and do fake shit can't be real again

Like is you real or naw, niggas got me fucked up all the bullshit flying out they jaw

Who was there to hold it down and tell em' that I got you all

With or without anyone I know I'm guaranteed to ball, but they wanna' see me fall

So I started falling back, how speaking crazy on me thinking you could hit my jack

You came with a smile up in my face like I wouldn't black

Like I'm dumb or something, fuck it guess I am

These trenches burnt out, these humans snaked out

Ya' same bloody leave you bloody with ya' face out

Pull up on you grab ya' hat just like it's takeout

Might just blow ya' brains out so I had to change routes yeah

Fuck ah reptile, it's fuck the snakes, I'm always cutting grass

Box of sand ya' sandbox box of sand, might not be bro or slatt

I've been focused grinding with this music I know Ima' last

I'm really first up I ain't coming next or coming last

Still can hear them pounds smacking walls, I still hear shattering glasses

Pistol in my pants is for them niggas who want belt to ass

You ain't looking right they'll take ya' life I always stood on that

You look to ya' left, you might be gone, and niggas good for that (keep going)

All the bad wish I could take it back, I dun build shit watched it fall for me to build it back

Just for shit to fall again man I was super mad but I know it's bout' the journey, I jumped in my bag

I got some bloodies in the system man I miss my brodies

I dun watched my blooder turn reptile just right before me

Everybody around me leaving it been getting lonely

But I think it's best for me just me and my doly yeah

(Just me and my doly)