Studio In My Bag

Yeah, woah, Jacob
I got the stu' in my bag
I'm in the stu' in my bag (Woah)
I got the stu' in my bag (Woah)
(Ayo Jacob, they gotta hear this one)
Yeah, uh huh
Aye (Yeah yeah)

I got the stu' in my bag
I'm in the stu' in my bag (Yeah yeah)
I be going verse for verse
That's why these haters is mad (Yeah yeah)
Don't gotta pay for no beats
You know I stay in the lab (Yeah yeah)
And I be writing my own bars
You can never compete with my pad (Yeah yeah)
I got the stu' in my bag
I'm in the stu' in my bag (Yeah yeah)
I be going verse for verse
That's why these haters is mad (Yeah yeah)
Don't gotta pay for no beats
You know I stay in the lab (Yeah yeah)
And I be writing my own bars
You can never compete with my pad

Yeah (yeah)
You know that you cannot compete
I'm in the lab and I'm chillin', I'm sparring with EB
I told him I'll send him a beat (Whoo)
Me and G² dropped "24 Bibles"
I promise it's nothing but heat
Hearing 'em say that Jacob Mbayo
Ain't the hottest in the city is funny to me
Hearing 'em talking is nothing to me
Now it's all about the money for me
I'm sending all of my tracks to UnitedMasters
I don't do nothing for free
Now I just do it for me
There they go back to hating
If they send a diss, there'll be retaliation (Brrr)
And Jacob, they mad he made it
And like a bad doctor, they're running out of patience (Uh huh)
Aye, they tried to catch us slipping from the front
But we done walked in from the back (Haa)
If you my dawg and you break my trust
I swear there's no giving it back (Facts)
There is not one rapper out the city
That ever could see me, it's facts (Uh uh)
They tried to put the boy in isolation
But I done came out with some tracks 'cause

I got the stu' in my bag (Aye)
I'm in the stu' in my bag (Yeah yeah)
I be going verse for verse
That's why these haters is mad (Yeah yeah)
Don't gotta pay for no beats
You know I stay in the lab (Yeah yeah)
And I be writing my own bars
You can never compete with my pad (Yeah yeah)
I got the stu' in my bag
I'm in the stu' in my bag (Yeah yeah)
I be going verse for verse
That's why these haters is mad (Yeah yeah)
Don't gotta pay for no beats
You know I stay in the lab (Yeah yeah)
And I be writing my own bars
You can never compete with my pad

Yeah, bar for bar, you can't touch my flow
Float on the track and it's up I go
When I drop this track it's up, I know
I'm part of a team, I know my role
Congratulations to the artists that's
Finally owning their masters
But never forget one thing
If your music trash, it really don't matter (Haaa)
I'm more than only just a rapper (Facts)
I'm in the kitchen with the batter

Quarantined every week, goddamn
It's starting to feel like a pattern (Woah)
Stella Rosa Il Conte getting me through
It be tasting like flowers uh (Yeah)
Jacob got the stu' in his bag
Been authentic, no Stock X tag (No Stock X tag)
I got these other rappers mad
'Cause I'm a hooper and got flows on deck (That's facts)
Gucci shoes just to flex
Both ears dancing as well as my neck (Woah)
She call me a Jew 'cause the drip is real (Huh)
R-I-P Kobe, word to Big Stills (Yeah)
Made her my boo, bought her some shoes
Openned my bag and there was stu'

I got the stu' in my bag (Yeah)
I'm in the stu' in my bag (Yeah yeah)
I be going verse for verse
That's why these haters is mad (Yeah yeah)
Don't gotta pay for no beats
You know I stay in the lab (Yeah yeah)
And I be writing my own bars
You can never compete with my pad (Yeah yeah)
I got the stu' in my bag
I'm in the stu' in my bag (Yeah yeah)
I be going verse for verse
That's why these haters is mad (Yeah yeah)
Don't gotta pay for no beats
You know I stay in the lab (Yeah yeah)
And I be writing my own bars
You can never compete with my pad