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Exit,Man walked out the entrance 
i'm a blur just like i've been censcored 
i've got the same bredwins
when i had bags & when i had 10 quid
i won't

bold, never froze but I'm going gold
You getting old, washed up still selling O's
Iont start shxt but I could turn into a menace
Niggas getting popped if

My style super swagged up 
Bagged up trust me fuck you (Fuck you) If you dislike 
Rusty, dusty, old-style ass
No cash, always mad ass (Mad) lacking,

Uh yeah
Every shift I punch in, I get more broke
My old check wasn't much, I wanted more, so
I flipped a switch and got myself that bag
Full of that

if you ain't bout a bag
Used to be here now they old news left them in the past
Imma make you proud mama imma get the rackss
I fell inlove wit

these custom seats.
Oldsmobile, O so chill,
hoes get in, I'm on Go IL.
Sell itself got O's for sell
& it's good I blowed a bag.
Headband gotta nigga high

life but I am here for reasons
I collect all the puzzle so I can show you where’s my kingdoms
Keys got the keys I am all about business
Gold never old

we could go back to the old days (nah)
Sike bitch I'm lying movin on at least I'm trying
The day you broke my heart deep down I felt like dying
If I

gotta pole just know my shooter by my side
Used to grow up stuttering lowkey broke as fuck
Got up in my bag, bossed up, now they wanna fuck
Bitch that's

on
In the back of this old benz can I take you home
Introduced me to your friends it didn't take me long
To intercept the quarterback and then the end

and you're sad
Cause of all the racks in my bag yeah
Sippy you're acting bad
Slowly you've been taking off my pants in the back yeah
And I can never really

Cause you don't wanna see The old me
Wrong energy, they try to hinder me
Hold me back and put an end to me
Frienemies who pretend to be
My family, cause

I'm out here tryna secure, the bag
Intwana enomoya, number k'dala ngiyirhola
Fana no boy

Ng'sacel' uk'buza, cel' uk'buza
Umutu ofana nami umcindezela

on a tight rope
Old girl probably talking out of spite though
But she singing at work like Hi-Hoo
And the song in her head bet its mine though
'Cuz she still

Hard times never last
Teandre den checked a bag
These niggas mad these bitches trash
Cant go out sad, aint goin out bad
I can never fold, fuck Shad

Ugh

I got you Preezee

Look

cy

(Verse1)
Let me take it back to vodka cranberry in cups
I need a baddie with a body yea the big old butt
She Lookin

do it again, no problem
Duffle bag, we tried to make it fill like Foden
Yeah
I know how it feel when it's all gone
Back then we had it all wrong
Feds

lay on my bed 
Shooting my shot like steph curry she wet
I don’t be lookin at no one like threats 
That is the shit that be making a mess 
Bout my bag

on a sour note 
Starting on a sour note 
I'm looking back at what I wrote 
Kicking back with a smoke 
Starting on a sour note 

A black bag full of clothes

it
He got the bag but I made him drop it
We in the house get ready to mop it
Coke in the room brodie gonna chop it
She said why you mad, bitch I'm just

Major moves in a lavish market, Bag and profit
N.B.S. back spitten some hot shit 
We balling like FC Barcelona My chick from Tarragona
Gets horny

Haters they watching they see that I'm caking shit
Lowkey dissect that beat... like he breaking down coke
Ima finesse the beat... and bag it up...
Like Im

past but that was the old me
He opened my eyes so that he could show me
The enemy lied my whole life was stolen
But He paid the price, that mean He chose

like the old me
I'm 'bout to make everyone pay like they owe me
And, way before this rap ting, I made a lot of money sellin' crack
Ask Nina with