THE BOX by Greysin Lyrics
[Hook 4x]
Murder on a sin now
Smoked out till I see the box
‘Till I see the box
Smoked out till I see the box
[INFANINT SINFREESTYLE]
When I’m smoked out
When I’m blacked out
Bussin’ bags down
Pull them razz out
Fresh leakin’ pic
Full zip, when you need that 36.6
Bitch, this that saint
Never cross me out
The Grey’s been dead
Blue dream hit my chest
Smokin as the sun sets
Best believe, still got trees
6 already going for dark times
I killed the angel then the sworn
From heaven throw ‘em to the flames
Growing from the pains
Still stuck in my ways
Everyday’s like “Fuck today
Where the blunt right now?”
Used to use the razor
Now I break ‘em with my fingers
Used to just fold ‘em
Now I roll ‘em to the diamond
My shit’s pass a pearl
I never pass the murder
Call me selfish, that’s all me L bitch
Straight up out the hell shit
Scrape what I can salvage
Burnin’ green sweets
Drop a dollar coppin’ 2, bruh
Blunts be comin’ through
Fuck it, nothing else to do
According to the story
Greysin Lord 5-40
Racks full of thoughts and not really sorted
With not too much rhythm
Pop 3 to my system
Peace to those who diss ‘em
The dead cannot respond
Took 3 to the head
And I’m breakin’ down the fork
Greysin been The Force
None of their laws apply
Rake them all alive
180 ‘till I die
LXV, VXL the sin come from a darker hell
Pacing back and forth, blunt lit
Murder on my mind
LXV, VXL the sin come from a darker hell
Pacing back and forth, blunt lit
Murder on my mind
[Hook 4x]
Murder on a sin now
Smoked out till I see the box
‘Till I see the box
Smoked out till I see the box
Murder on a sin now
Smoked out till I see the box
‘Till I see the box
Smoked out till I see the box
[INFANINT SINFREESTYLE]
When I’m smoked out
When I’m blacked out
Bussin’ bags down
Pull them razz out
Fresh leakin’ pic
Full zip, when you need that 36.6
Bitch, this that saint
Never cross me out
The Grey’s been dead
Blue dream hit my chest
Smokin as the sun sets
Best believe, still got trees
6 already going for dark times
I killed the angel then the sworn
From heaven throw ‘em to the flames
Growing from the pains
Still stuck in my ways
Everyday’s like “Fuck today
Where the blunt right now?”
Used to use the razor
Now I break ‘em with my fingers
Used to just fold ‘em
Now I roll ‘em to the diamond
My shit’s pass a pearl
I never pass the murder
Call me selfish, that’s all me L bitch
Straight up out the hell shit
Scrape what I can salvage
Burnin’ green sweets
Drop a dollar coppin’ 2, bruh
Blunts be comin’ through
Fuck it, nothing else to do
According to the story
Greysin Lord 5-40
Racks full of thoughts and not really sorted
With not too much rhythm
Pop 3 to my system
Peace to those who diss ‘em
The dead cannot respond
Took 3 to the head
And I’m breakin’ down the fork
Greysin been The Force
None of their laws apply
Rake them all alive
180 ‘till I die
LXV, VXL the sin come from a darker hell
Pacing back and forth, blunt lit
Murder on my mind
LXV, VXL the sin come from a darker hell
Pacing back and forth, blunt lit
Murder on my mind
[Hook 4x]
Murder on a sin now
Smoked out till I see the box
‘Till I see the box
Smoked out till I see the box