Back In The Bag
Spose with Jxck.
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The funny thing about me, is I don't do that much
I just make beats and smoke weed as a crutch
They all wanna see me flop, but I swear it's all love
I mean I'll protect mine, but I ain't wildin or nothing
Ay I'm coming for the whole loaf, I'm tired of the crumbs
But I know it starts with passion and slowly becomes funds
But you gotta have the skill, that's why I'm on top of it son
Ain't no need for animosity, just fill up your lungs
Ay breathe deep, in and out, oxygen in my blood
I'm calculated in my movements like a TI-81
A machine on the keys, working way after the sun
In that city by the sea, it's always love filling lungs
I spit it off the top like a suicide jump, I'm taking flight
But in the studio, off two of these blunts, I'd rather write
You jeopardize the food for my young, I'm known to bite down
Bite rounds right now, might sound crazy but
My time is money, hit my PayPal
Came a long way from pretending I'm in 8 Mile
From Boston up to Portland on the Greyhound
I started 2000, look I got a new album
Every day game day thinking
I'm drinking D'Usse because Ben bought some and Jay-Z drinks it
Got me feeling like I'm sixteen at food stamp spot
Him playing instrumentals while I'm spitting upon
Besides four kids I own now, nothing much changed
The Pope, Non Phixion, Homestyle, no running away
This tightrope Simone Biles juggling plates
Rapping dad in action, packing rapture plastic
Back in black Smashing Pumpkins shirt, I packed it
Plus the L.L. Bean hat, Celtics patch jacket
On stage they're packed in from front to the back
My ash floats out the tray and goes back in the bag