NPC3 - Boxed In lyrics

I guess I'm a little bit different, a misfit, I can't fit in Or spit about cash and whips cuz I can't pretend They'll never get the satisfaction of boxin' me in I'd rather quit and put down the pen than to get wit' your trend You gotta be trippin' if you thinkin' it's in to dress and act like a fem, so I ain't f**in' with them Plus I ain't trappin' or makin' a cent, cuz I can hardly pay rent Much less buy a Ferrari or Benz to impress all my friends I ain't a pimp or a thug, or swagged up in the club Never been hooked on d**, I been content with bud, but hat ain't enough if I ain't one of all the above They got us all messed up if they ain't showin' us love We keep it real, never fake, but that's the reason they hate But I don't care what they gotta say, we're doin' this our way Settin our own pace, but the fact always remains it's a goddamn shame They say we too white, but we ain't white enough And that we like to fight, but we don't fight enough Say we clown too much, but we too serious And get loud too much, but they ain't hearin' us Well anyway, f** what y'all say We gon' be N-P-C-3 all day We gonna do this our way You will never box us in Now picture me boxed in Tip toein' round this game, spittin' wit caution I'd rather be rotten, sittin' layin' stiff in a coffin Than spittin' bout some sh** that I've boughten Forgive me, I'm not them I don't give a sh** what u flossin' If it was up to them we would not win, well f** them I'm me, I don't wanna go pretend with them f** swag, I don't wanna be so feminine Literally took the term, f**in gentlemen Please industry, can we just be f**in' men again? Hold up - you catch the double entendre? Probly not, f** you and the drama - you're mama Now they say that we spittin' that G sh** Cuz we spittin' real sh** and ain't f**in' wit weak sh** - wow We ain't no muthaf**in' gangsters Jack Go blame Mac Miller if we're considered gangster rap They say we too white, but we ain't white enough And that we like to fight, but we don't fight enough Say we clown too much, but we too serious And get loud too much, but they ain't hearin' us Well anyway, f** what y'all say We gon' be N-P-C-3 all day We gonna do this our way You will never box us in They try to stereotype my rhymes cuz I'm white, but find I don't bite the radio's hype Don't care what you like, I'll rip it up outta spite, and murk the mic into light Because you know that we're tight, so forget the limelight Better get ya mind right, quit hatin' on me Cuz you don't believe or you don't feel the same as me It's plain to see, you ain't who I aim to be Cuz alla y'all muthaf**as sound the same to me Don't wanna give us a chance to snatch up all of your fans, and have the ma** in a trance, can't understand how we rap so advanced Can't match a style that's too bad, we know we're makin' you mad cuz your act couldn't last, we'll leave it up in the trash Never be pigeonholed by these hypocritical individuals Who ain't even worth a subliminal Or these pigeon toed, chicken head hoes, spittin' bread flows We'll be the Tech wit the red nose They say we too white, but we ain't white enough And that we like to fight, but we don't fight enough Say we clown too much, but we too serious And get loud too much, but they ain't hearin' us Well anyway, f** what y'all say We gon' be N-P-C-3 all day We gonna do this our way You will never box us in