In My Bag
I thank God I really came from being broke
I spent cold nights in basements
Colder ones inside that staircase
Man I knew that I would make it that's fasho
The gang was grinding through it all they had my back yeah it was
I thank God I really came from being broke
I spent cold nights in basements
Colder ones inside that staircase
Man I knew that I would make it that's fasho
The gang was grinding through it all they had my back yeah it was never on the wall
I stayed by A when I had no where else to turn my voice was breaking on the call
Too much going on I understand if you don't wanna get involved
You said come on you got my back thru right or wrong
I hit the spot my chest too hot to even write a fucking song
Feigning non stop to prove everybody wrong
Soon as this shit drop they gone all day they my dawgs
Been spilling it off the top for all the people I lost
(For all the people I lost)
Was 18 tryna do it by the playbook
Now I'm 21 and still remember how your face look
Shit ain't the same, ain't the same, ain't the same
Used to take xannies for the pain
I was inner city whipping thought I had it in the stitching
But I learned that most people play games
I ain't in this shit for fame I want you niggas to feel me
Catch the bus to drop a verse I'm facing blunts until it hurts
Sorry everyone I hurt mean that sincerely
Hurt people hurt people good persons learn evil
And that's why I'm messed up dawg
Cause this shit was never easy
Believe me
Me and 30 keep a 30 just for when it get greasy
Pop like hot oil or jb wipe a nigga no squeegee
I thank God I really came from being broke
I spent cold nights in basements
Colder ones inside that staircase
Man I knew that I would make it that's fasho
The gang was grinding through it all they had my back yeah it was
I thank God I really came from being broke
I spent cold nights in basements
Colder ones inside that staircase
Man I knew that I would make it that's fasho
The gang was
From stone I'm moulded hearts so frozen
Chains get frostbite when I hold them as
I'm still broken it's hard to admit
Can't give up or get soft for a bitch
I'm still rolling the gangs still rolling
Told them I got them till we olden
C's still holding he say he don't I know he is
He overseas I'm praying for the kid
I spent cold nights in basements
Colder ones inside that staircase
Man I knew that I would make it that's fasho
The gang was grinding through it all they had my back yeah it was
I thank God I really came from being broke
I spent cold nights in basements
Colder ones inside that staircase
Man I knew that I would make it that's fasho
The gang was grinding through it all they had my back yeah it was never on the wall
I stayed by A when I had no where else to turn my voice was breaking on the call
Too much going on I understand if you don't wanna get involved
You said come on you got my back thru right or wrong
I hit the spot my chest too hot to even write a fucking song
Feigning non stop to prove everybody wrong
Soon as this shit drop they gone all day they my dawgs
Been spilling it off the top for all the people I lost
(For all the people I lost)
Was 18 tryna do it by the playbook
Now I'm 21 and still remember how your face look
Shit ain't the same, ain't the same, ain't the same
Used to take xannies for the pain
I was inner city whipping thought I had it in the stitching
But I learned that most people play games
I ain't in this shit for fame I want you niggas to feel me
Catch the bus to drop a verse I'm facing blunts until it hurts
Sorry everyone I hurt mean that sincerely
Hurt people hurt people good persons learn evil
And that's why I'm messed up dawg
Cause this shit was never easy
Believe me
Me and 30 keep a 30 just for when it get greasy
Pop like hot oil or jb wipe a nigga no squeegee
I thank God I really came from being broke
I spent cold nights in basements
Colder ones inside that staircase
Man I knew that I would make it that's fasho
The gang was grinding through it all they had my back yeah it was
I thank God I really came from being broke
I spent cold nights in basements
Colder ones inside that staircase
Man I knew that I would make it that's fasho
The gang was
From stone I'm moulded hearts so frozen
Chains get frostbite when I hold them as
I'm still broken it's hard to admit
Can't give up or get soft for a bitch
I'm still rolling the gangs still rolling
Told them I got them till we olden
C's still holding he say he don't I know he is
He overseas I'm praying for the kid
Credits
Writer(s): Dannard Arthur
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