Bag Lyrics

I said I'm gonna get my bag lil bitch but first lemme talk my shit

I came from a cold dark world

Not talking the piss

But I don't got scars on my wrist

Right now man I want that buss down

Plain Jane by the time I'm rich

I wanna give my day 1s bands

And give mumsy endless whips

So on the side man I trap them sticks

Thats why I don't take too many pics

Still on the grind with a nine-to-five

Two more years and I'm gonna just lift

Weight got gone

Like my mind I sink in abyss

Punching cones like a boxing bag

Like mike wid a fucking bib

Or tai wid a fucking shoe

Rock his world like mj did

I don't wanna speak on my performance

Coz the devils listening

Piece of my mind got drawn to the side

Like corn on the cob or a piece of pie

But I don't take that as a sign

I just stick to the goal and rhyme

Stick to the goal and rhyme

Stick to the goal like the post was Velcro

Just like sketchers strap to the side

I don't rock sketchers

More like huarache still got a strap to the side oh my

I spent two years just wasting time

I should get smacked in the mouth

For that coz kals stuck doin time

Can't rewind so I'm gonna fast forward

I don't wanna sesh if ya auras borin

Likes nemzz can't hate elevate

To a higher state of pure importance

Then we float til the early mornin

XReight and the motors roaring

My GQs stuck just snoring

Diffs all fucked so I'm stuck exploring

Fuck it

Oi ump that's ball matter fact ur a muppet

He wrapped him up and punk just dropped it

A current affair might want a interview with me coz your girl done slopped it

I never seen a girl so mad cop her last nang then she fuckinh popped it

But her favourite song was on

So She fucking grabbed her bong

And she fucking bopped it

No lie she was outta her mind

For wanting me

Imma wanted man

I cant explain my plan

But let's just say I'm take what's mine in demand

I don't wanna talk bout a set life system

Fucks my vision damn

I'm looking around and I'm seeing a mess so I'll do what I want

Imma do what I can