NESDuffle Bag ft. Love8Evolved & Eze Lyrics

Imma talk to him nice, polite, with respect

Uh, yeah

Got all these baggies, they must think I trap man

Feds wanna stop a swagged out black man

Imma put my mask on, imma get a butler

Imma be a black man, Batman

And I got a cat woman, but this ain't the Simpsons

When I talk they listen, eyes closed, vision, visions, visions

I think they smell the shit, we been cooking in the kitchen

They ain't got no flavors, they don't know the season is

Feeling like doobman, yeah I got the seasoning

Summertime, summertime, springtime, wintertime, autumn

Had to kill the game, you should see the post mortem

I need a NESduffel bag, fill it with a couple racks

This is just a warm up, I need a hot tub and a tour bus

Bitches wouldn't love me if I wasn't on the chorus

Sorry lads

And she knows she lost without me

She can't help herself, the trap's feeling real

I need your love girl, I need to smoke too

Yeah, it says, yeah

You see I'm venting on the mic, I'm giving you my truth

Clean with my words, so why they label me a brute

I'm handsome in the face, so you know I pick and choose

Saying that they miss me, I'm still trying to find my screws

See these ladies love us, taking pictures in our section

Stroking on my bed, I'm a slut, I love affection

Told her back it up, what God gave her is a blessing

Touching on my jeans, Not my dick babe that's my weapon

Got it for protection, can't have my heart

But this work'll ease the tension

Fuck the tit we grown, tell a nigga go all in

Biting on my ear, she like Tyson in the ring

Eze is my name in my language it means king

Playing Tekken with my demons, feeling like I'm Jin

Saying all these prayers need a band cause I will sin

Same time system wanna do me for my skin

But it ain't nothing, channel energy within me

Asking for my sign, baby girl you acting silly

Had been on the streets, got my heart, this shit was chilly

Running to the money,

if you get it then you feel me

Nothing but the real me

Nothing but the real me

you feel me

Made a book before they booked us

Had to pave the way before the roads took us

They never understood how they tryna overlook us

The mob goes deep, never moving like the shook ones

They ain't ever stand out cause we the ones who stood up

Only one rule, no shoulda, coulda, wouldas

Put it on paper, then drop it at paper

So much paper, had to rake it

Showing you the power of this manifestation

Showing you my words have got some ramifications

Turn off all distractions, no notifications

Tunnel vision focus, focus on myself

Born with my identity, feel like Matt Damon

I tell them hold on, you gon' miss me when I'm famous

Like Liam neeson kneeling and engaging

She gon' miss when I'm taken

And she knows she lost without me

She can't help herself

The trap's feeling real

I need your love girl

I need to smoke too

I need to smoke too