Bag Off

I know your kind
The song is basically about people tryna pay you and
Still spending with you
Like what the fuck is wrong with you motherfuckers

Drop the bag off
And imma' need you to go out
Then imma' need you to go out
Drop the

I promise that I will never rap about money
Promise that I will never stop until I get honeys'
They was tryna embarrass me in front of my family
And I was tryna embarrass them in front of their dealings
So many nights and all I did is stare through the ceilings
Hoping I could accomplish everything that I'm dreaming
Hmmmm
What you prepared to give in return
Devil talking to me
I'm prepared to give my pen
Find me at the crossroads at 3 in the a.m
Baptize my own pen and now they call it servant
The hater says
That nigga nice but I ain't buying any of his singles (What he says)
That nigga nice but I ain't buying any of his albums
Give the black man time
Respect the black man's grind
Give him a million and see if he does crime
Adam and Eve fucked the world nigga uh
Death came, that's why we grind nigga

Drop the bag off
And imma' need you to go out
Then imma' need you to go out
Drop the bag off
Then imma' need to go out
Then imma' need to go out
Drop the

Easy flow
Flow don't come easy though
Your life in trenches you losing focus
You're losing hope
My life in trenches I hustle tryna get easy dow
Illegal or legal I was built for this system though
I finna just hit the floor
My girl finna hit the glow
So we hit the stove
Man can you please check that pot
Make a meal for a day, I'm on nine to five
Ion' even know how they started but I'm gone end it
Even on my deathbed nigga we still gone make it
And why're you thinking too hard, music supposed to be simple
And why're tryna be Gods
Deciding what's good and what's not
I'm the thirteenth apostle
They tore the page off the Bible
Tryna break out the circle
I'm from the hood I can tell you
I think we made it in life just not in music yet
Je pense que toi tu comprends
I ain't talking Soviet
But I know since it has happened it cannot be changed
So, drop the bag and leave

You know I've said this
Too many times Man
You know
When you do somebody a favour
You don't ever mention it again
You know
And, that's why, like, that's the reason why I hate asking people
You know
Cos they just be thinking like
This nigga asking me coz, he helped me once you know
Damn
Andale, andale, andale



Credits
Writer(s): Don Lunzeyi Phillip
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