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rob level - bag man lyrics

[intro]
yea yea yea
level
i’m a g.o.a.t
i’m a g.o.a.t
i’m a g.o.a.t
i’m a g.o.a.t

[verse 1: rob level]
uh!
i be runnin’ to the bag
runnin’ fast
they be like…. “ay you comin back?!”
just assume that i’ll be busy ’bout the math
countin’ cash thinking “man, they didn’t make this sh+t a class?!”
back in school, trackin’ back, had my p.o. on my ass
tellin’ me to “get a job ‘cuz rob that last one didn’t last.”
but neither did the one before that or before that!
a problem with authority he said i had
where i’m from made me numb
i had crumbs
came from none
wanted sums
i begun
gave up fun
made a run
though they shunned
took a ton
got it done
b+tch i won
b+tch you dumb
what you donе?
you a bum!
you ain’t none!
number 1, that is me!
peoplе use you, make you weak
energy that they will eat
time removing from your seek
but the bag, bag’ll speak
give you friends who’d never be
then you’ll think, ‘time is money you hangin’ out for free?’
[chorus: rob level]
look for truth
you’ll find
there’s lies
friends and people all just use you for their rise
i am doing is no maybe is no try
so while they messing round and wasting all they time
ima go and ima get this ba+ag man yea
ima go and ima get this ba+ag man yea
ima go and ima get this ba+ag man yea
ima go and ima get this ba+ag man yea

[verse 2: rob level]
therapist would say “rob, oh hey rob” (hi)
“why you think you had 30 different day jobs?”
then i’d nod, and say odd, then say i
wanna build up myself not build up they shop
so i get the bag and stack
b+tches come attached
ass is super bad
your old b+tch… trash (she trash)
your new b+tch… trash (she trash too)
and she is all you have
i see why there’s a problem… you didn’t get the bag!
i just simmer stackin’ up the bag… look at me!
makin’ every penny last… it’s the hood in me
half the people saying that they mad… they shook of me
… cops wishin’ i would donate, they ain’t booking me
cop gave me a ticket i said “happy i can help!”
drove away said “send it in the mail!”, he look mad as h+ll
$300,000 car he know i got the bail, he can tell
i got lawyers that can put a cop in jail
[chorus: rob level]
look for truth
you’ll find
there’s lies
friends and people all just use you for their rise
i am doing is no maybe is no try
so while they messing round and wasting all they time
ima go and ima get this ba+ag man yea
ima go and ima get this ba+ag man yea
ima go and ima get this ba+ag man yea
ima go and ima get this ba+ag man yea

[outro]
ima go and ima get this ba+ag man yea
ima go and ima get this ba+ag man yea
ima go and ima get this ba+ag man yea
ima go and ima get this ba+ag man yea

- rob level lyrics

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