Brand New Bag

Daddy got a brand new bag Blue stacks in the sack Green grass Mess the oxygen up It's a fact that these raps are an Option for us Got the cheese and the Mac Like pasta or some Holdin a check Like a hostage or some Chopper go blacka Like Rasta or some Might call my doctor I'm sicker then them Flex with my hoes We got sick of the gym Fire aim When I'm ready Cock and bang When I'm steady Putting rap in my belly I heard em screaming and Yelling But I don't know what to tell Them Another beat to the heavens Until highly respected And I can't talk to the peasant Told em give me a second I need me a moment It's the henny and cola Got me losing emotions It's the people that's fake That's been turning me colder My nigga push weight And he got a diploma Elevate to being great Got me moving outta state My mind in a place Where everybody's a goner I see lunch meat Everybody bologna They fake and they phony I'm taking they woman They ride like pony I drive with homie I'm not by lonely More game than a Sony I grab my cohonas The money's a bonus Ugh Daddy's got a brand new bag Thats a whole new stash In the back of the closet or Somethin' Have to keep track of lost and My runs I'm from the city that's home of LeBron Where ballins a sport but we Only shoot guns You get hit with the stick And you split to the crib We call that a home run And you no with the shits Like you constipated I need commas The compensation For being a artist Them dollars a come For being way smarter Than competition I put the pot in my lungs I see the plot in day ones I see the ops and I shrug Never knew I was the plug Rappers remind of me bugs I throw the salt on slug Tired of showing them love Tired of showing them love