Lyrics Box on My Head - Tempa T

Box on My Head

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Didn’t have money on my head
Didn’t have money on my head so I didn’t get shot
Guys tried it with me, I don’t know why
'Til I start clapping off caps and blocks at your house
Kicking off doors and locks
Make man swallow their Coco rocks
Better know that’s not me
It’s an act-up, can’t take me for a fiend
Can’t take me for a fiend
Can’t take me for a fiend, I’m not snorting lines
Don’t know why they thought I was him
'Til i start throwing them punches blind at your mouth
Throwing them left and rights
Make man take off their Jordan flights
We could do guns and mash in a box, make a man see bare lights
Thought you was bait, thought you was bait
Looking at me, never thought I was bait
That guy there had a grudge with man
My man truly thought he was bait
Don’t wanna see him in the street
Look at his face in two weeks, you’ll see that he’s bait
Nuff of these boys out here, they ain’t bad
Bait things up, then they’re going on bait
Didn’t have food on my plate
Didn’t have food on my plate till the year '09
Guy tried it with me, I don’t know them
'Til I do a James Bond suit and tie at your house
Gadgets, proximity mines, make man tiss off the curtain blinds
Better know that’s all bait, it’s an act-up
Get your house pumped and straight
He’s got a wife and son
He’s got a wife and son but he’s going on nuff
Don’t know why he thought he got bait
Don’t wanna hear no huffs or puffs at your house
Don’t wanna see cops and cuffs
Make man hand over rocks and stuff
Better know that’s all cas (ual), it’s an act-up, get your face stamped out rags
If I punch man in the face
If I punch man in the face everything goes black
Guy tried it with me, I don’t know why
Glasses, phone, everything goes back to your house
Swinging them poles and bats
Make man clap off the dogs and cats
Better just watch these bats, it’s an act-up, get your whole house shambised
Don’t give a damn
Don’t give a damn, you can see it in my face, I don’t give a damn
Dat guy didn’t want us to palms his man
I’ll bend back all of his hand
Guys wanna hang out on the street
Hear fake stories and believe it, I don’t understand
2014, you can see I’m alive
Sabotage man for spoiling my plans
Had to eat bread and crumbs
Had to eat bread and crumbs and it just weren’t fair
Down at the bottom and I don’t know why
Tips, I’m clearing, desks and chairs
Next hype, kick man down twenty-one stairs
Make man run out the house with flairs
Better know that’s all dead, it’s an act-up, if man try and call feds
Thought I was him, thought I was him
Looked quite similar, thought I was him
That guy there had a box like man
Them man truly thought I was him
Girls wanna go out to a rave
Take a picture and get lied to, thought I was him
None of these operations that I had
Held me back but you thought I was him
Didn’t have a box on my head
Didn’t have a box on my head 'til the year 06
Guys tried it with me I don’t know why
'Til I start dishing out chops and kicks in your house
Throwing them rocks and bricks
Make man take off their socks and kicks
Better know that’s not me
It’s an act up, get jaw boxed off clean