Intro to Camp Hotbox

I, don't,

Mingle with critters, I'm tryna decipher with Tupac

I don't do single figures, I'm tryna arrive in the group chat

Reach the city that my raps be and kick it where narrow streets at

I'm tryna feed my family, give a fuck about your feedback.

From the chain gang to bandana shit, orang-utan banana clips

And rizlas tanned with cannabis, that make a man inanimate

I don't throw the towel, I throw the whole ring like hoopla

And the city my raps prowl be King Abdullah

I choose the lyrical stature, my character caricature

Thinking outside the box and marking, capture-recapture

To put it bluntly, you roaches and my joints? I'll match ya

And leave it ugly, notice my high-points manufacture

Self-proclaimed goats milking it, tryna jump over the moon, shit

Aiming to blow up real quick, not koyaanisqatsi kaboom shit

My R.O.D stuck to the cones, like reffing shooting hoops,

The eyes watching, telescreens screening, so he elusive

Where camp at, we sitting, air compact, we hitting rare contacts

Who flitting into comrades, who bringing that strong crack

I drink then think on my young past, the splint is shared and comes back

I'm thinking I don't want that, then *hitting blunt sound effect* blunt contact

Camp hotbox

Camp hotbox

Camp hotbox

Camp hotbox