BAG (feat. Av Hamilton)

Y’all can see me winning but I’m gunnin for more Think you keepin up well we can run up the Score I be inside my bag Y’all be outside the door Got you hands in my pockets Ain’t gon take it no more What makes you think you can hang with the Best Brain waves on a higher level level banks can Attest I’m on a rocket jet Strapped up locked on success I know y’all wanna win the prize you don’t want the sweat That’s funny How can I convey the issue Inconsistent nature wit you Momma still will babysit you Oh oh oh I’m changing lives by example I’m switching flows like they light bulbs Y’all sleeping sip too much NyQuil You can try to swing but I’m ahead of the curve You can try to take me but I put in that work You can try to battle but you fumblin words I be on another level not your concern Y’all hate on the ones that’s great And love on the ones who aint All confused on the game Think you Smoke too much dank No Leo all cap These fools deserve an Oscar Actin like they working heavy Quitting early shocker Y’all can see me winning but I’m gunnin for more Think you keepin up well we can run up the Score I be inside my bag Y’all be outside the door Got you hands in my pockets Ain’t gon take it no more Magic flying carpet as I take a ride through hood Make you want to close up shop and have to Leave that thing for good, it’s depressing I know You cannot mess up my flow I came into it like a glow stick Take a look at my glow Ok How much wood could a blunt burn down if I Burnt that down on a track Take me out to the ballgame I’m babe ruth with a baseball bat When I’m finish they say AV You ain’t have to do em like that Treat these goons like my house I’m wiping feet on a face like a mat Let em dig it up, switch it up pick it up I’m on my game, let you drown in my ambition Not about the fame, bust out the k9 I’m toting illegals stuffed inside my duffel, it’s my Second nature on ninth life emerging out my Scuffle. It’s that pressure, yessir, massa no don’t Swing, call it lauryn hill cuz I see how to do that Thing. Pistol in my dresser your the meek and I’m the lesser, I cannot stress enough how much You wanted to impress her, and not the one y’all Think it’s much more deep into the game, the Difference ‘tween us you give up your spirit for The Fame Y’all can see me winning but I’m gunnin for more Think you keepin up well we can run up the Score I be inside my bag Y’all be outside the door Got you hands in my pockets Ain’t gon take it no more Slick like Ross Aiming for the tip top I can end your rein in a single Pen drop I drip like rain drops Stop Several sources of income Conceptual my provisions A micro dosage of pimpin Came in like small incisions Y’all ain’t see me coming All that matters now is I’m here Listen sonny I’m never leaving And ain’t nobody tryna bring it That’s why I had to step up Give y’all reasons To work for it Sheesh I done heard enough of fake bag chasers From the bottom out the basement I’m coming up Uh I got my bag and it’s plenty stuffed Y’all can talk a lot but ain’t no way that you keepin up Y’all can see me winning but I’m gunnin for more Think you keepin up well we can run up the Score I be inside my bag Y’all be outside the door Got you hands in my pockets Ain’t gon take it no more Ain’t got take it no more Think you keepin up Well we can run up the score I be inside my bag Y’all be outside the door Got your hands in my pockets ain’t gon’ take it No more Yeah What’s wrong Y’all can’t hang Damn Who would’ve thought Yeah