Get Tha Bag

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Shout out Louie

Tryna take this pain away, couldn't get up out them streets
I fell in love with havin' new Jay's on my feet
But now I'm on, so niggas pay me for the feat
It's been too long since I done got it out the street
I switch my flows, I do what I want on the beat
I know some niggaz wanna put my ass to sleep
Think I do magic, always got somethin' up my sleeve
I'm on my own, I get the bag and then I leave

I get the bag an then I exit from the scene
I plant the seeds then Ima grow a money tree
We find your safe house then you under siege
This treasure on my chest not from under sea (No no)
I'm on my own cause' misery love company
It's only dead faces pullin' up with me
I let her take my energy, it's up to me
I'm protected, got protection on me like Yosemite
Married to money til the time that I decease
Classy decor inside the suite where Ima sleep
So many affirmations, I fill up the sheet
I put me first and they think I'm full of conceit
Little old me, went from not havin' things
To foldin' up paper like long ass receipts

Tryna take this pain away, couldn't get up out them streets
I fell in love with havin' new Jay's on my feet
But now I'm on, so niggas pay me for the feat
It's been too long since I done got it out the street
I switch my flows, I do what I want on the beat
I know some niggaz wanna put my ass to sleep
Think I do magic, always got somethin' up my sleeve
I'm on my own, I get the bag and then I leave

Uh, I get the bag, I get the bag, Ay
Celebrate wins, you damn right I get to brag
Think I'm mad at paparazzi, hittin' cam for the collab (Kam)
Diggin' out yo bitch like she buried in the sand
Designer bag sittin' on the luggage rack
Text blowin' up, I ain't answerin' em' back
Tryna take this pain away, main reason I rap
Plus I monetize the music, distribute it to the masses
I came along way, started this from scratch
Shit got too real, flew off the rails, I was off track
And now I'm back
I remember bein' restless
That liquor courage had a nigga speakin' reckless
Cut all my vices, from the old me, disconnected
Cause' they say everything in yo life's a reflection (Yeah)
Storms came but I had faith
Bag on me like a sack race

Tryna take this pain away, couldn't get up out them streets
I fell in love with havin' new Jay's on my feet
But now I'm on, so niggas pay me for the feat
It's been too long since I done got it out the street
I switch my flows, I do what I want on the beat
I know some niggaz wanna put my ass to sleep
Think I do magic, always got somethin' up my sleeve
I'm on my own, I get the bag and then I leave



Credits
Writer(s): Reynaldo White
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