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I come to the land, I get me a bag I'm coming right back, I come to the land I get me a bag, I'm coming right back I'm coming right back, I come to the land I chop it up, mix it up, flip it up, get to the motherfucking bread Right in my hand, I hold all the motherfucking power, I don't let it get to my head I've been in pain, some of these people they doubt, steady be running their mouth I'll go insane, releasing my music for clout, feeling like I hit a drought All the lies, I'm spotting them out, all these droughts , I hit them in sync sold outdates, like what would you think Two of dam years, I'm starting to sink Two of dam years, I'm starting to sink Two of dam years, I'm starting to sink I come to the land, I get me a bag I'm coming right back, I'm coming right back I come to the land, I get me a bag I'm coming right back, I'm coming right back I woke up, and I smoked my pain away, happy that I made it to another motherfucking day Some spots in my life, yeah them bitches might be great, but I live to tell the tale All these people laughing, man it never seems to fail Why even listen, you don't even care, you'd rather hear me say it I'm fucking this bitch, I'm doing it well, if I go to jail they got my bail If I'm a black artist, so that's what I say, if you don't say it we'll kill you today That's how they really play, that's how they really play I come to the land, I get me a bag I'm coming right back, I'm coming right back I go to the land, I get me a bag I'm coming right back, I'm coming right back I go to the land, I get me a bag I'm coming right back, I'm coming right back I go to the land, I get me a bag I'm coming right back, I'm coming right back I go to the land, I get me a bag I'm coming right back, I'm coming right back