And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny
And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage
No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch
Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix
I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks
But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue
Of bars apart of doom that had sparked when i thought of you,
Its the penelty as i body bag at the end of the semesters fuck a label i don't need
Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorand all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed
He knows that my bars hotter than a candle stick, people love it when i spit,
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
And mine somewhere bout mars
But i got so many bars
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