BAG$

I have a dream You know it Let's go Yeah, ayy I fell in love with the passion of getting the bag Addicted to flipping and making the bags I cannot help it, I feel for a plan Of making this paper again and again I came to conquer the game I ain't playing Out on the streets with a heart full of pain Picture me rolling in a Royce with a chain Pop me a 30, I can't feel my face Long as I'm up, I got what it takes Most of the love I receive will be fake I learned a lot since I moved to the States Working so hard I can't be taking breaks In love with myself, told that hoe to behave Girl on my line and she offering cakes Baller like Elon, I'm fly like the space You cannot beat me, stop wishing you change You're stuck in a box like you're stuck in a cage I'm the big dog, I can show you the way My shit is so raw, I can put you on game Pushing them P's, my racks, so fat they can't fit in my jeans Doing acrobats, I'm flipping my cheese Dripping so hard on 100 degrees A whole lot of money was all that I needed Ain't got time for beef, I feel like a vegan I'm praying to God and I'm killing this demons People around me they plotting and scheming Hating on me, they be after my dreams Me and my homies, we don't like police Real niggas with me, you know we gon' eat The baddest bitches on my side when I sleep 50 rounds if you looking for heat Hitting blunts, then I'm running the streets Got a dime and she still in my sheets What a life got my pain of relief Errday day gotta work I can't sleep, Getting paid every day of the week Yellow gold, every time that I bleed Green yellow red, Ethiopian jeans From where I'm from, who be rapping like me Straight out of Sheger, I'm trapping with ease My dream getting bigger, you can't even see it My story so crazy, you cannot believe it Related to God, I'm related to Jesus The time on the clock, it keep ticking to keep us... Distracted and scared, but the devil won't lead us Been fighting the demons, they scheming since I was a fetus They getting completely defeated, I'm son of Kush From the Garden of Eden, I'm pushing peaks With a whole lot of freedom, I'm getting lit Every day of the season, its stacking racks I was born for that reason, major labels...!? I don't know if I need them, I'm getting checks And you know I'ma keep them, I'm breaking bread With a whole lot of people, my haters dead Cause I see them like eagles, can't complain Ain't nobody can beat us, I'm on my lane And I'm running like cheetahs, only fans Like I'm showing my penis, I'm counting bands Can you please mind your business, I run it up I don't care about your feelings, pushing them Ps My racks So fat they can fit in my jeans, doing acrobats I'm flipping my cheese, I'm dripping so hard On 100 degrees, whole lot of money Was all that I needed, ain't got time for beef I feel like a vegan, I'm praying to God And I'm killing the demons, people around me They plotting and scheming, hating on me They be after my dreams, me and my homies We doing like police, real niggas with me You know we gon' eat, baddest bitches on my side When I sleep, 50 rounds if you looking for heat Hitting blunts, then I'm running the streets Got a dime and she still in my sheets What a life, got my pain and relief I fell in love with the passion of getting the bag Addicted to flipping and making them mad Yeah, they hate this money, you know it I fell in love with the passion of getting em bagz Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh