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the postman and I checked his sack
He took out a can of mace but I jumped back
I said please Mr. postman could you check and see
He said don't go there boy that

Elton Brand
Pulling sacks out my pouch
With some sleight of hand
The only twelve I fuck with
Is Ja Morant
Spy kid how I'm trapping on the dark web

as we wait outside the tomb
Turn, turn, turn but we never make a move
We sell away our savior for a sack of Caesar's gold
Looking out the prison bars

out on a sack
Had a nigga running like sonic is now he on a track
You niggas steps behind come and pick up ya slack

Cannot fucking see cause of i'm

the shit now
gang if you ask who I'm wit now
Bitch feeling on me like a pat down
Told bro she lemme pull the sack out
Buddy like which one u talking bout
She

Please don't give no one my number Yuh
That shit worth at least hundred
Racks if you bring it back right
Ain't nobody out here fronting
Sacks out unless

hit
I'm on the ball like the snap count
Never tucking , I'm a real nigga
I be on stage with my sack out
They playing zone gotta change routes
Never

Xanax, it makes me black out (bitch i'm gone)
I'm tryna fuck yo' bitch, I pulled my sack out
I stopped pills, I'm glad I quit it
I'm taking food out

While I'm pourin' up 
Look through all your clothes and kinda rifle around

Always dumpin' out sack
Kinda hang out in the back
Look for some poor

Shoot in torpedoes
Young Loc tighter than Speedo’s
The heat flow 
Selling sack out the cinco
Bust her so much and I had to let my heat go
But I don’t pray

Woo, woo
Money bag, money bag, racks (racks)
Now I got the plug for the sack (woo)
Money bag, money bag, racks (racks)
Now I got the plug for

Drink until a Motherfucker blackout
Thinking suicidal thoughts but always seem to back out (I can't do it)
Plus it all disappears when I bust a sack out

shwaggin just like the Kennedys
If I want it cop it then go back to the melody’’s

Im up on um ain’t  no time for drama I just copped a comma with da sack

I'm a ragged worn down traveler just trying to stay on track 
Flat out broke and busted, nothin in my sack
I broke out of prison and I swore that I'm

CRUISIN' THROUGH THE SOUTH LAND  LET'S TAKE ALL OUR TROUBLES AND PUT ‘EM IN A SACK  THROW EM OUT THE WINDOW AND NEVER LOOK BACK    CHORUS    BRIDGE

City of New Orleans

Randy Scruggs

Crown of Jewels

1998

sacks of mail
Out on the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of Kakakee
And it rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' towns that have no

the whip with my shorty I don't got to question she ready to ride
She gone eat up the dick like hibachi chicken
Imma go run up the sack I got out my feelings

out in Memphis
Big sacks on lenses
MSFTS lieutenants

I really need to come over
Baby girl, you know I'm never sober
I'm with Anwar in a Rover

nigga dripping
Might fuck up the sack out of state
Riding through the city in a hellcat
And it got the hemi and I bet nigga
They don't want to race
30

Move in the trap or move through the mail
I bought the trap back I put the hood back in motion
I bring the sacks out everything moving and floatin
Come

mad lil bitch
U mad yea, yea u mad lil bitch

I go crazy in that trap house
Weighing all these sacks out
Smoking on Kesha while I cash out
Closet full

bring
Voices so loud my ears ring
Young Ghoulie back
On the track
Give your grand mama a heart attack
Count the stacks
Hit the sack
The boy out here

and void, biding your time
You could have stood your ground, but you backed down

Sack up, move out, defend what you have, against the mad men
Tables turning,

on and a snap-back
Move a fat sack out the backpack
I'm an ace and a king that's a blackjack

I'm an ace and a king that's a big fact
Fur jacket on my back that's