BAG E

I pull up in the studio with bag. Selling records like a I pull up, I pull up, pull a block On the cover of the mag. Yesterday they told me, "Give up," now this where They at. I'm banging in the studio with Gladp. I got the stacks, that's why you getting mad. We breaking bread 'cause we the one nation. Bitch give me head, I got the satisfaction. No pressure. Red eyes, red man, Yes, yes, yo. I got some magic, Look down she shake my bow. You really dying, bitch. Okay, that's my fault. You be knowing colors, bitch, but it's just a Five-o. I know. I pull up the studio with bag. I got another track, but it's not about music. You think this is pizza, but we're just cruising. These bitches is my aim, I'm bullet, I'm gonna Shoot 'em, screw 'em. I, I pull up to the stu' with some Bag. Ditched the Maybach, I'm riding in a Cadillac. Dressed in all black, plus I'm Black, that's just A match. Uh. I'm coming with the waves, y'all Niggas need some Durags, uh. Fuck the past tense. We busy working, we ain't got time for the Nonsense. We doing numbers, got your girl up in My comments. Facts. It's 36 on my back, that's a long stretch. Brr. No contract. Uh. I'm growing with the time. Life is a game, and I'm coming for the Finish line. Facts. I'm chasing bread, gotta get it Before dinner time. Facts. We crossing every line, we on top of The echelon. Like Scarface in a restaurant. So say good night to the bad guy. Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy Like this again, let me tell you.