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frank’o shack – in my bag lyrics

shack talk shack talk
that bag talk bag talk
it ain’t what y’all think though

(verse)

2004 we use to hit the wear it sto’
with no dough just to steal girbuads
now we rockin our own clothes
sh-t might just be as cold as this flow
the cold -ss flow i use to bare my soul
like the very next bar will show
too persistent loss presence itself
i stay commited that’s the winner’s code
my focus balance out all my lows
don’t need no gas but i need to blow
cause this my vision year or two from now
i need a bag of racks when i leave the show
flee the rat race so cheese can chase me
need my cheddar and my craft to grow
made a deal with my pride i cosigned myself
and learned to trust inner scope my inner view
no question this for q fool it keep me deep in my roots
still connected homie was the plug of our section
it took months to recoup
n-gg-s g-ssed up to get some gas left the county for a decent sac
q’s plug did have that fye but when q died bra quit the trap
cause we peeped our blessings
like the fact we lucked up and ducked when the pistols blast
after partys where the action started least twenty times
when the rivals clashed
fact i’m still here and lost bout ten peers to guns
i never asked why i last
god was willin’ to keep frank’o livin’
cherish breath for my bros that p-ssed
what use to make me mad makes me laugh
my will to smash it got split in half
cause a b-tch had reeled my potna to his death
now i’m not as pressed about chasin’ -ss
now i think ahead with the right head
and though i b-mped it leavin’ mental scars
rather that than have the other one lead to death
burn b-mps or discharge or havin’ kids out of wedlock
the pullout game is strong with a rubber
that could be broken when a n-gg- strokin’
the others soak in when it starts to stutter
p-ssy whippin’ got these n-gg-s trippin’
too much wetness got these n-gg-s stressin’
work em out when it’s time to stretch it
that’s the only time frank’o sweat em

(hook)

in they feelins and im in my bag
in they feelins and im in my bag
and all you n-gg-s who can’t tame yo feelins
and yo focus slippin you should peep my past
all that time you waste all that dough you spend
p-ssy chasin’ and the hate you have
could be concentrated to a gift you have
have you carve a whole other path
in they feelins and im in my bag
plots and raps and some cash to stash
n-gg-s caught up in the temporary
im tryna manifest the things that last
n-gg-s tend to bend on hoes and trends
this grind a drug to me i tend to binge
only way to see what i can get outta this sh-t
my n-gg- is to get it in
while you in yo feelins (while you in yo feelins)
i’ll be in my bag (i’ll be in my bag)
my jumpoff in her feelins (oh she in her feelins)
i jump off in my bag (im still in my bag)
oh, haters in they feelins (oh you in yo feelins)
they gone hate my bag (they gone hate on that)
cause i forsee five figures (i can see five figures)
in brown paper bags
till then i’ll be in my bag
i’ll be in my bag
i’ll be in my bag

- franko shack lyrics

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