It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free It ain't easy I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side Two

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

Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Blue cheese in my off whites Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs 50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip

See the flick of my wrist What the fuck is that sound Now every time they play this song she say "this is my shit" And I know she know what's up baby this is my shit In my bag now, in my bag now Brought the mac out nigga sat down I got shit I never had

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

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

Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe They know me (hmm), everywhere I go Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VVs hit like this, bing (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on

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

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

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