Duffle Bag

Twenty-k in a duffle bag on my side, homicide

You won't see it anymore because you died, I glide, I slide

Push that bullshit to the fucking side, don't you misguide my pride

All i see is red between these lines, as the Vermillion shines

I bled, I puked, I spat for this rap shit

Because of this I had to admit

Time shifted time to quit

The rap game and just start killing shit

I'm full time killa now, with a side of shadows

Creeping up around the house, without a doubt

I'm well endowed, with these instincts, holier-than-thou