In My Bag Lyrics

Got inside my bag and I ain't never been the same since

I growing up, I getting tired seeing the same shit

And if they kill one of my dawgs, I coming John Wick

Black suit black mask and a 30 clip

I tryna stay in my bag and stay outta the mix

Being fake is a trend and I can't get caught up in that shit

Tryna put the pain on the beat and get racks from this shit

We all bleed but I want my pockets on crip

Rich dreams, fiending for the bag like that's my fix

Every time I get up on the beat, I gotta talk my shit

And I can't wait on no one, balling out with no assists

Maybe a couple 'cause bro gotta score up in this bitch

My time coming, no one taking that from me

Been down so long, only way to go from here is up

Niggas be hating but I don't really give a fuck

Tryna make it out the jungle, out the mud, I gotta get it

Ever since I catch my flow, just pop out and be snapping with it

Making these bangers, poetic pain like writing a paper

Clutch shots like a fader, I ain't never been a hater, all I do is wait my turn

And a youngin grew up with the pain but I just live and learn

Tryna touch a 100K then a Milli then a Billi then keep stacking

I don't really do the capping, if you want static, get it cracking

Cut a movie, hit the action

Ever since I was a jit, I been tryna get rich and I older now and I still on the same shit

Got inside my bag and I ain't never been the same since

I growing up, I getting tired seeing the same shit

And if they kill one of my dawgs, I coming John Wick

Black suit black mask and a 30 clip

I tryna stay in my bag and stay outta the mix

Being fake is a trend and I can't get caught up in that shit

Tryna put the pain on the beat and get racks from this shit

We all bleed but I want my pockets on crip

Rich dreams fiending for the bag like that's my fix

So many blue faces, thought that I was cripping

And I be cool from all the activis I sipping

High grade in my head, all the dro inside my system

Whipping hot tunes but I ain't working in a kitchen

Think I grave-digging how I chasing dead faces

And I winning this race, just keeping my paces

Tryna stay on my pivot, duck the negative like the Matrix

When this AP touch my wrist, they gon' wish they never hated

When I on the billboard, they support gon' be lated

There's only one me so it ain't no imitating

And I feeling like Kodak, all these pictures I painting

And I only tryna win because I ain't into failing

When I get knock off my feet, yeah, they steady faded

Remember I was down ain't no one really did no saving

So stay where you at, when I put myself on the map

'Cause if you choose another side, it ain't no coming back

Got inside my bag and I ain't never been the same since

I growing up, I getting tired seeing the same shit

And if they kill one of my dawgs, I coming John Wick

Black suit black mask and a 30 clip

I tryna stay in my bag and stay outta the mix

Being fake is a trend and I can't get caught up in that shit

Tryna put the pain on the beat and get racks from this shit

We all bleed but I want my pockets on crip

Rich dreams, fiending for the bag like that's my fix