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need my dad in a rover
I seen that man struggle, so i packed the bag
And i hit the road for this
I spent a lot of life hopeless
Squad hella fly, give

neighbors
(Feed my neighbors)
Forever told that I can’t make it
Never foldin’, I ain’t breakin
That’s why papi only came here for the paper
I got the bag
But

the sand
Dig the graves where I stand
Let the fortunate pretend to suffer
Let the rich step down from their kingdoms
In the end, close the body bags
Fill

my bag and I dip (uhn)
Pourin a four and I sip (yeah)
Check out my swag when im lit (yeah)
Check out my swag make her dip (yeah)
Feed her my seed take

feel us
Naw we aint stopping gotta feed the mouths of children
Naw we aint stopping til them duffle bags get filled up
Naw we aint stopping til them

They're rolling up bodies, like we roll up blunts
They dump them in the river with the rest of the cunts
He sells a bag of coke just to feed his

coming out these streets I'm expecting more than a child
For this life to feed, if I'm coming out of these streets
I'm expecting more than this bag for

Pulling up to the city with the big team
At the Stu in the booth following a big dream
Do what I must and get it by any means
Got a family to feed

They're rolling up bodies, like we roll up blunts
They dump them in the river with the rest of the cunts
He sells a bag of coke just to feed his

I speak facts because I want ya
Too hear me I remember I
Was Down on my ass
Blowing on bali
No money to feed me
One night I jumped in
My bag now I'm

They're rolling up bodies, like we roll up blunts
They dump them in the river with the rest of the cunts
He sells a bag of coke just to feed his

They're rolling up bodies, like we roll up blunts
They dump them in the river with the rest of the cunts
He sells a bag of coke just to feed his

the hell up outta my seat

Chorus
Like Aye oh
A threat to every God like I was Kratos
If it isn't a bag then what you chase for
She tryna give me jobs are

sounds of the pot scraping, me, I only hear music (uh)
Cosign I don't need one
I was a shooter now I feed one (now I feed one)
Hundred bands in

Bands in the bag, I can dance for you
Turnin' your back and dance for me
There ain't nothing I can't do for you
Bad gyal, bad gyal
Movin' your

Red Hot Riplets

Nelly

Murphy's Law

2003

cool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can

Run it up Run it up
Run it up Run it up
Run it up Run it up
Run it up Run it up
Run it up Run it up
Run it up
I can get a bag
Run it up Run it up
Run

focals
It was evident that I was all on soul food
Feed on success and I feed on vocals
I don't really care about a local hopeful
I don't really care unless

Rifles aimed cock and shot
Bloody murder
Red tooth
Kill that mother fucker if me blaming me
Let's hop the booth
We got dem blades and them duffle bags
Load

You walk like this
And talk like that
But real hustlers man they know how to get that bag
Know how to get that back
Yea real hustlers man they know

I think my time is coming 
I gotta grind soon 
Im not romancing
Pockets be dancing 
Thats what my diamonds do
I gotta bag on me
You gotta bag on you

or green
I keep me a bag grapes
I doubt that you ever had these
Go get you a bag of grapes
I told your girl feed me some grapes
Ima gorilla I go bananas for

(Cyanide Get The Money)
Hey Worry 'bout myself and the bag no friends
Cause everybody wanna switch up I'm on 10
All I see is Guap I got

It's okay to be sad sometimes and just cry
I'm in my bag, uh, uh
I'm in my bag, uh, uh
I'm in my bag, uh, uh
I'm in my bag, uh
Bag, uh, bag, uh, bag, uh,