In My Bag

I'll murder this sixteen, destroy a twelve, kill the eight

I'm lion hard and stubborn like an ape smoke ums roll an eighth, cause this next quad's gonna remove your face

I'm back in the game, no bench warmer is taking my place

I'm in my bag and I ain't got a fake

She all in my face and I ain't worried about it

What you saying, what you claim, I ain't heard about it

Straight worded it on beats, cause I murder like Mace

Bringing heat like Harlem

Snatch attention like a Car alarm burning bridges with bars

I'm wanted by has-beens an could've, would've, should've been stars