In the Bag
Man I feel way too cool on this beat, I had to learn how to move through the streets
I had to learn how to crawl, how to walk, how to run, now Im using my feet
Spit one on one and you losing to me, Stay back I'm laid back
My niggas tighter than wave caps, Naw don't play crazy we stay strapped
I got unlimited bags, I heard that from Dre, that nigga been his bag
Shit is so crazy how I ended up with a son i just put him in his bag
Tryna put 10 in the stash, wake up tomorrow put another 10 in the stash
Tryna get rid of the bag, Blessings go up, hope that he sending them back
Don't mistake the funk, I'm making what I take from stuff
Into something, To make it worth a major earn
I been in my bag like paperwork, I get in my bag and I make it work
I'm with my pen and my pad when the tables turn
I go thriller, get bad and I make it hurt
And then I never give in, Anything for the win
All the way until the end, cause I got many plates in these hands
And I got many things in my plans
Might have many men 50 cent
I been in my bag, That's where I keep my adrenaline stashed
I got unlimited bags
Working that 9-5 just over broke, Saying fuck hope
Cause funds low, Family Matters like Winslow
Then took L's but it's cool though
Stay in motion you can move slow
I murder ink Ja rule though
I'm in my bag it's all cool too
We see eye to eye but got different views
In my own world I'd buy you
Been in my bag now I'm schooling you
I own the world, my point of view
You crazy dude I see you plotting too
My third eye been watching you
It's over with, you seen through
I had to learn how to crawl, how to walk, how to run, now Im using my feet
Spit one on one and you losing to me, Stay back I'm laid back
My niggas tighter than wave caps, Naw don't play crazy we stay strapped
I got unlimited bags, I heard that from Dre, that nigga been his bag
Shit is so crazy how I ended up with a son i just put him in his bag
Tryna put 10 in the stash, wake up tomorrow put another 10 in the stash
Tryna get rid of the bag, Blessings go up, hope that he sending them back
Don't mistake the funk, I'm making what I take from stuff
Into something, To make it worth a major earn
I been in my bag like paperwork, I get in my bag and I make it work
I'm with my pen and my pad when the tables turn
I go thriller, get bad and I make it hurt
And then I never give in, Anything for the win
All the way until the end, cause I got many plates in these hands
And I got many things in my plans
Might have many men 50 cent
I been in my bag, That's where I keep my adrenaline stashed
I got unlimited bags
Working that 9-5 just over broke, Saying fuck hope
Cause funds low, Family Matters like Winslow
Then took L's but it's cool though
Stay in motion you can move slow
I murder ink Ja rule though
I'm in my bag it's all cool too
We see eye to eye but got different views
In my own world I'd buy you
Been in my bag now I'm schooling you
I own the world, my point of view
You crazy dude I see you plotting too
My third eye been watching you
It's over with, you seen through
Credits
Writer(s): Dre Keron, Deondre Strong
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