Lyrics:
If that’s all right with you (I’ll be on my way)
If that’s all right with you,
I’ll pack my bags and be on my way.
And still if that’s not all right
I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!
Grown man I
I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!
Grown man I
'em right here! in the middle of the street
Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat
You know it ain't nothin' sweet
I'm betrayed by
the paramedics toe tag him
Outline a nigga in chalk before we bag him
Fuck around and see what this bag do to you
Have your cousin makin' plans
For your funeral
brains frozen it's taken over
You call my name like Barry Allen I get to going
Let's lose control now pack our bags and sail them oceans
Just imagine
with it?
But, girl you knowing me as 99 cause you ain't even know my government
Known to get packs & flip that and double it
Nigga, that's past life, I
Pop her purky pick bottles of percy
U cant approach me your money aint matching
Make me make u mad when we talk about cabbage
Capital cappin u cap ab
if you doing the math
Lean by the pint drop a deuce inna glass
Sip slow gotta watch how I move inna trap
When you moving the packs inna streets stay
a vacation
You thinking bout beaches and waves
Or you thinking mountains and lakes
Either way, we gon' get up and go
Pack your bags, then we head out the do'
and these
Mortal haters do fear me
What's that in your eye didn't
Think you'd be getting teary
But I suppose hating greatness
Is making y'all weary
Clearly
a blessing when you say you've seen a ghost
Please make your confession if you wanna make it home
Make it home, yeah
Make it home, in my zone
Still alone
infested smiles
and dreams of molestin your child
You gotta pack a black, glock, with, the,
extra clip when shit gets thick
You gotta punch a kid, dead, in
side,
Too many for me to decide,
Catch him at a drive by
Pack your bags - we're going on a glide,
We're going on a glide, pack your bags we're going
Pack up your bags love, you’re lucky that you had love. Now it’s time to ease your mind on the west coast
Let me take you by the hand. Little girl,
by myself.
I don't need no one to help.
Man they love when you down.
Look at me up!
Yawl niggaz ain't nothing but clowns.
Nigga wassup?
Nigga wassup!
on the other side
So, in the morning when the rooster crows
Pack your bags and get ready to go
If you're walkin' through Hell and high water, please don't do it
will think that you just got attacked by lions
Concrete jungle
Woah
Don't stumble
Secure that bag, don't fumble
Be grateful, stay humble
I'm low-key, I'm
then he wanting your brim
C-Y,Why you actin' like that, I'ma make me a hit, it gon' make me a mill
Pack me a venue go sell out a building shaking down
LA
Being with you makes love an easy word to say hey hey hey
You took me by the hand led me down your road
We watched the sunset and then when you got
tell them niggaz kick off they shoes
What would you do in the position when it's us against you?
That Teflon mother fucker, can your head take two?
Shut
ain't hard to let
It go to your head
Until police
Place you face down
On the hard cement
I'm floatin'
Out of body
Probably
Possibly
Police watching me
yo ass
When in reality officer friendly kicked my ass, damn!
You over flex your authority too
Put your foot in my shoe, and let me try on your
pick you up
Then you comin' by and we makin' love
So get dressed, pack a bag 'cause I'm on my way
Girl, you sexy in my favorite lingerie
You know I
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