In My Bag, Out My Feelings

I had to get up in my bag
And get up out my feelings
Had to get up on my grind
Ain't no time for chillin
Before this Pandemic
I was good at social distance
Bitch I'm lit in real life
Muthafuck a social image
I'm the real deal
Y'all can keep ya social gimmicks
Don't understand what I post
But my hood get it
Meetings with politicians
Hoping that they see vision
Tryna be the change in the hood
That the city missing

What up doe
I'm just what the city waiting for
The great is who they cheering for
I'm smooth just like a finger roll
I'm at your head like finger waves
Weed facing
Pre mature multimillionaire in the making
Damn right I'm the greatest
It ain't a way then I'm a make it
Gimme a chance or I'm a take it
One second on the clock
Last shot, I'm a make it
No hesitation y'all just pump faking
I'm smoking presidential shit like Ronald Reagan
I'm on these niggaz heads like bald fades
And I'm high as airplanes
Buffs white as cocaine
Blowing gas propane
I'm all gas no break
Sell the bag down down to the shake
Back when I had job I sold weed on my breaks
Get off the clock and right on to the interstate
Ain't never brag about it I was focused on the paper
No time fa dinner dates tell the plug I'm on the way

I had to get up in my bag
And get up out my feelings
Had to get up on my grind
Ain't go no time for chillin
Before this Pandemic
I was good at social distance
Bitch I'm lit in real life
Muthafuck a social image
I'm the real deal
Y'all can keep ya social gimmicks
Don't understand what I post
But my hood get it
Meetings with politicians
Hoping that they see vision
Tryna be the change in the hood
That the city missing

I can do this in my sleep
I roll weed with my eyes closed
Blow it by the O
Everyday a nigga eyes low
I got more O's
Then spaghetti-O's
My circle tight as Cheerios
The great is who she missing doe
Wishing for
It's like I put my dick under a mistletoe
Kiss it hoe
In her guts like low blows
Heating up like cocoa
I'm the one fashion doe
My bag move no promo
I get it for the low low
Before I ever wrote a rap
I was smoking rapper weed
Bag strong like Hercules
No stems no seed
Twenty-five a gram
Eighty dollars for the 8thy
I was copping by the QP
Smoking with all the campus cuties
Before I ever spit a bar
I swear I had groupies
My life is like a movie
Family guy like Stewe
Smoke weed like loosies
Papers only bitch I'm bougie
Winning circle over here
Cause I don't see myself losing

I had to get up in my bag
And get up out my feelings
Had to get up on my grind
Ain't go no time for chillin
Before this Pandemic
I was good at social distance
Bitch I'm lit in real life
Muthafuck a social image
I'm the real deal
Y'all can keep ya social gimmicks
Don't understand what I post
But my hood get it
Meetings with politicians
Hoping that they see vision
Tryna be the change in the hood
That the city missing

Had to get up in my bag
Had to get up out my feelings
Get up on my grind
Ain't no time for chillin