Boxes (interlude)

I'm boxed in I'm caught in a Web of nonsense It's often I Feel I'm not shit Hip-hop is the only thing I got Don't give a f*ck 'bout my options As long as I'm killin' beats and boppin' (Uh, yeah) (I said killin' beats and boppin') Sick of the life that I'm livin', but not switchin' it up Givin' a f*ck about a minimal buck I wager that's only half of my luck Trapped in a cage, shackled in rage with the weight of a truck Upon my shoulders F*ck with me, I'm colder Than any iced-up prick who thinks they're bolder Hold up Fold up the chair, homie, you know what's About to happen I'm snappin' the necks of jokers I don't f*ck with clowns I just roll up to the pound Snatch the crown off the biggest dog in hold-up Off the leash, I'm king-speakin' belief Max capacity, I'm gonna reach Upward climb, the peak is in my sights Write rhymes and speak what's on my mind Tough times won't hold me back from shinin' I'm a motherfuckin' knight Best believe I am ridin' my horse into the sunset A four-door Porsche If I fall, then I'll get up quick There ain't nothin' I can't do 'cause winnin' is my function I was born to run shit