ag the gr8 – back in my bag lyrics
[verse 1]
money money on my mind, all the time, on my grind since way back
realist in it since a infant, game i got is endless, no way to replace that
hold it down like a wave cap
rolling round gotta stay strapped
cause them jack boys, is all bad boy, see you tryna shine they gon’ take that
everyday i’m hustling, tryna touch a benz, or a maybach
n-ggas held they nuts on me, b-tches fronted on me, now it’s time for payback
packaging up a whole forrest
trapping will never get boring
stack ya money up and store it
practice patience don’t force it, i been at this pace for like four years steady progressing, took a lot steps took a lot of l’s, but i’m still here
gods the only one i still fear
i conquered every other obstacle
on this rocky road
still a lot to go
did thee impossible
never stopping no
never lost my soul i know who i am
anything i think
i can do
i can
proved i am
one of the goats
when you was ten you went to school and then went home and got to play with toys and friends
everyday was so joyful then well my tenth year was way more intense
the suburbs was like a foreign land
we was surrounded by war and sin
my circ-mstances turnt boys to men
certain chances you just gotta take, no time to waste, can’t contemplate
n-ggas ain’t got the time of day, can’t cry or pray just grind away
find a way to help mama out
too young to hustle now mommas out
of a place to live time to find a couch
so she can take her kids cry her eyeb-lls out
so sad
made me so mad
made me man up, rubberband up
run them bands up, front my mans some
they can’t stand us
b-tch we been them n-ggas
f-ck who feeling different, sh-t i’m still the realist
that ain’t change none, i can’t change up
got my change up, oh you bang huh
get yo brains bust tryna play tough
we ain’t going for it
we ain’t doing foreigns
we don’t rock designer b-tch i’m in the trenches it ain’t hard to find us
i be grindin’ grittin’ in the harshest climates
all my n-ggas got the heart of lions
kings of the jungle
team full of hustlers
we ain’t have nothin’
least we had eachother
brother went to prison, bub took position, taught me how to bubble
listen in the huddle
n-ggas is in trouble
beat the streets up
they can’t keep up
keep the reefer blazing, i might be jamaican
i might be ya favorite, when this verse through
deep meditation, thats my virtue
first you educate ya self and learn you
once you know thyself
you won’t need no help
no one else besides ya self can hurt you
i advance through every circ-mstance the man upstairs planned for me to ever go thru
i am half man half goku the flows too
f-cking much
run it up til it runneth over, run with soldiers like i come from the nola
know ya place, if not, let me hold ya face
no, you better never play with me, stay with mi shottas no it’s not make believe
got up, hopped off the porch started chasing cheese
natural born hustler love what mama made of me
f-ck my dad he got mad chose to skate on me
hate on me, go head and hate on me
i been to h-ll and back baby that ain’t fazing me
divine, one of the kind
no replacing me
shine, was in my prime
by the age of three
grind, i put in time
creating me
shaping me, molded, i owed myself
i showed myself
the way without no ones help
and watched the people i kept close expose they self
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