Intro [The Kid That Came Outta Nowhere]

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Today we gather
To celebrate the birth of new beginnings
The change the trenches been waitin' on
All the struggles I went through
To get this far
I wanna thank God, I wanna thank my
Family, I wanna thank my friends
I wanna thank my supporters
Without those group of people
I wouldn't be the person I am today
And that's why
I'm the kid that came from outta nowhere
Thank you for joinin' in
(Known to let that MAC fly
Just like my nigga Doe, baow)
Huh?, What?, come on
Yeah, slatt, slatt, it's 'Box
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, come on
Yeah, slatt, it's 'Box (Boom, boom, boom)

Nigga welcome to my life (Uh, huh)
I was the shorty with no stripes (Come on)
I ain't nеver been no slow runner why?
'Cause I wasn't carryin' no pipе
(Nah, nah, It's 'Box)
It's war time, nigga it's bussin' (Come on)
If the opps try slide, we crush 'em (Boom)
When shots let off I runnin' into 'em
'cause my adrenaline rushin'
(yeah, what? Come on)
I grew up listenin' to Boss Top (Boss Top)
I was the shorty with all red in
King Von song called "Broke Opps" (Von)
Two years passed and Von done
Died, but guess what bitch, we still on top
(O'Block) they ain't let me in door yet
'cause I'm too gangsta to knock
(Damn, nah, for real)
Kick down the doors and bodies gon' drop
(Boom, boom, boom)
I came a long way off the porch (Uh, huh)
Hop in the streets on my way to the Forbes
(Skrrt)
How you O'Block, but you don't know George?
(Na uh) niggas my kids, go do your chores
(yeah, come on)
OG hit shots, kids hit the floor (Damn)
I'm lookin' out my window thinkin'
OG tweakin' 'cause this a war
(For real, uh huh)
I'm tryna see who uppin' the score
(yeah, come on)
Back in the seventh grade, I played sports
My senior year I was tottin' a torch
I keep a hammer summon like Thor
'cause I'm on the bus like on tour
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
And I worked at Wendy's, four for four
(For real)
Come to my job and get sent to the Lord
(Come on) by twenty-one I was rockin' Dior
I'm tryna be rich by twenty-four (Boom)
Uh, I'm tryna be rich by twenty-four, uh
Yeah
My pockets big, big like the lord, uh, yeah
Reach for my chain get sent
To the lord, yeah, slatt, what?
It's 'Box, come on

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