[Intro]
There once was a group of kids
This group of kids found a mailbox in the woods
These woods were apart of a place
That they have been bringing up
They started working on it
They put it together
They made this collective
And they called it Box Gang
And they called the place they partied at The 125
This is Box Gang
Started from the bottom and now we're here!
(Started from the bottom now we're here)
[Verse]
It was
125 from the start
Party in Da Woods was a flop but what's good
Homie, I was trying to get it wit my team
Working real hard, every tape and erry track
And my Uncle telling me that "I'm wack"
If you were gonna smoke weed should have did it out back
Homie, nothing real big, I'm good
Just sitting back wishing I shoulda coulda would!
Bonfire stories at the spot
Tipsy, drunk, or f**ed, I puked, I'm bout it, homie
Never would've thought, I got caught
Doesn't really matter we still do what we do, homie
We just want the box our whole lives
Not worrying about nothing, liking face between the thighs
Homie, puffing raw nug by myself
Making kush clouds, when no one in my house
No new fam, homie we don't need that
f** a fake friend, where your real friends at?
I was always doing the explaining
Story stayed the same I never changed it
I never changed it, I never changed it
Remember your come-up and who you f**ing came with!