What Yo Bag Like

Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, man, look, bitches hopin' that I change, right, yeah, you ain't

Fuckin' with no lame type, yeah, put two bitches on the same flight, yeah, I'm a nigga and

My game tight, yeah, niggas shootin' cause they can't fight, yeah, niggas rappin' but

They can't write, yeah, I'm just tryin' make the name bright, nigga had a taste of what

The fame like, show you what the pain like, Pheezy Steady talkin' that real, I done been

Through hell and back and I ain't plottin' to fail, try and focus on the racks and get

On top of the scales, all that lyin' in your raps, go have you lyin' in jail, ain't no

Fairy tale, bitches in my city know me very well, did the county buildings and the county

Jail, free the homie Donnie Bell, til' they finally lettin' him free, it's phat pheezy with

The word of the streets, so let me show you what that bag like, I lost my mind when my