Oh won't you lay my bags A town of disrespect The trains are wrecked The night is younger then us Nowhere is anywhere else You keep to yourself Stirring the dregs where I have laid The exit signs are flashing Dead ends they won't come to life anymore I

I'm going all out if it's 'bout mine I'm getting my shine on, I been on my grind Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind Buy her a Birkin bag, keep her up to par Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off Had to play my role, now I'm taking

Say what, say what? You know what, you know what? It's all in the family. My dick is bigger than yours My band is bigger than yours Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucker, Korny Motherfucker', takin' over foes is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye

"We've done four already but now we're steady And then they went: One, two, three, four" Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain Hitting on the moonshine, rocking in the grain Got no time to pack my bags, my foots outside the door I got a date, I

I just arrived (I'm here) No way I'm goin' out sad (No way) That boy is my son (My yute) Copy my style? You're nuts (You're crazy) That means I am his dad (I'm pops) God knows I got it in the bag (The bag) Dem man are stayin' inside (Where?) Comin' like

Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Out of the way kids Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks Back to the smack, lickin' the powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in

At the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name It's all over the yard, in the trunk of the car When you hit the ground, check the lost and found Because it ain't my problem now I can't carry it on, I've got a lot of troubles of my own I have

Tip, tip, tip, tip I got some money to spend Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Man got the habit, money poking out the bag I might hop out on it now, for my city brought it back Bad bitches bust it down, always

I'm just a brown boy with a bag I got hitters poppin' shit, I'm just poppin' all these tags Come get your issue, we got mags The only time when I'm not fuckin' on your bitch, she on the rag Told my plug I need a pound You know I'm good for it I book a