Duffel Bag (feat. Justin Engel & JB)

Love and happiness I don't know the difference What is the difference You tell me Something that can make you do wrong Make you do right Cold game I just been living out a duffel bag What the fuck do I know That's real life Gotta do what you gotta do I been on the road for weeks just living out a duffel bag Last man standing Competition had enough of that Please don't get it twisted All my shit got leather and wood Even in a quarantine Ya boy eating good Out this duffel bag When I'm done there ain't gon be no sequel There will be no equal So I'm out here gotta hustle hard I do it for my people Say you're born alone You die alone My closest friend's my microphone Feeling like it's attack of the clones But that's the shit that y'all be on I don't know what y'all be on but I been on my own shit I been out here on the road I been on some grown shit From city to city To state to state Gotta hustle enough To fill my plate If that ain't enough I wait in the cut Cause you can get touched But I'm gon be straight I been on the road for weeks just living out a duffel bag Last man standing Competition had enough of that Please don't get it twisted All my shit got leather and wood Even in a quarantine Ya boy eating good Out this duffel bag I been on the road Same story differently told Same clothes but different shows Same bro's but different hoes Cause hoes get put on hold When I'm going for the gold The hustle never gets old We just out here reaching goals The future we trying to mold So I play my hand can't fold When will I be back home Shit I will never know I'm gon make it Face it That's all eyes nose Even in the quarantine I just grab my bag and go Let's hit the road I been on the road for weeks just living out a duffel bag Last man standing Competition had enough of that Please don't get it twisted All my shit got leather and wood Even in a quarantine Ya boy eating good Out this duffel bag I gotta keep it moving Gotta ride But only if we riding woodgrain and rawhide Blowing big smoke Rolling down i5 Window cracked Seat back Whip on autopilot Yeah I'm a long way from home Can't reach me on the phone Yeah I'm a Rolling Stone Where I hustle is my home Gon and throw ya dog a bone Yeah I been in my zone When all is said and done I'm coming home to the throne I been on the road for weeks just living out a duffel bag Last man standing Competition had enough of that Please don't get it twisted All my shit got leather and wood Even in a quarantine Ya boy eating good Out this duffel bag