Lyrics Can't Box Me in Freestyle - Ry August

They can't box me in
Machine gun rap for the white kid
Come on spit it real fast they like this
I told her don't spit it let it digest
This movie got a climax put it on the imax
Show the world how I flex
Proceed or digress
This work ethic unmatched
That's why your girl telling you that Ry August up next
Let me say this
Complacency loses
These L's are bruising
Black blue confusion
Pain is a movement
And I was addicted
To such bad conviction
A Stevie type vision
A cheaters commitment
I dug myself out of the hole
Dollars will steal your whole soul
Art is a alive and only the real
Only the real know
So hear me verbally paint these Mona Lisas in a museum
Skies are bright but that money tight and you across the country from your whole fam
But that loneliness is that driving force
For you to take the wheel and you to make some noise
Every week its pedal to the floor by the weekend I can't feel my face anymore
Somebody bring them bass and chords
Somebody grab my pain at the door
Stacked my chips with a scheme
Pushed all in on my dream
Let these cards unfold this story bro and my minute's up so peace
One take