Sandbox - MK-1

Aye

On my way to Koukh Al Shay

They talking Luxury

I don’t see them kinda faces, faces

Aye

See, your La Mer’s far away

Either fuel or Salik

It depends where we make it

Laugh at all my miseries

No Dirham for Dominoes, Caesar’s where the Pizza be

Ask me where I’m from, I tell you are you kidding me

No place to call home, the closest thing’s across the Creek

Aye

I’ve seen you where you gotta be

I’m clean from the pocket

All this cram cost a lot of dreams

Ooh

Don’t believ what is on the screen

He ain’t dressing how he speaks

Geeking for all this reach

Hustle till the man in a ditch

Never understood how this land of the rich

Always grew up broke in a city full of gold

She digging but my life in her hand and it’s fixed