Could It Be

Bag bags

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Bag bags

Yeah, yeah, yeah

From the back porch, back then with dreams of a stacked fortune

Black kid with dreams by any means to see some self floatin' keys

To a black portion, that American pie

He just want a portion, part of that good environment

That he was forced in, changed course when his outta control

Feel it down in my soul, fast forward and foresee that fork in the road

Listen

Make sure you wanna roll, foreign car whippin'

It's mind bendin' , open your eyes, I'm bendin' the rules, times tickin'

The times different on a globe where every soul tryin' to survive in it

That's the, that's the main concern

Whole hood celebrate when the tables turn, you see

It feels like I'm on the cusp, great forever, forever's not long enough

It's just

Bag bags

Bag bags

Bag bags

Yeah, a wise man once said the grind can't stop

To letters in your name get bigger like caps locks

Still can't stall, so far from your last op

Death to the yes man blindin' mascots

Look past a moment and try to find your last opponent

Tryin' to find a answer before this life flashes past ya

Blink of an eye, go ghost like a phantom

I'd rather imagine a whole block poppin' corks, toasts, and glasses

More life, no ashes to ashes

Live life fast with no crashes

You can picture that with no caption

Try to see the vision, no glasses

You can picture that with no cameras or flashes

You can just imagine, still keep my hunger like fasting

Still keep it ghetto fab like puttin' money in the mattress

And that's just point blank

No bitin' my tongue, damn, he's so frank

Ain't it top ten that don't rank

They ask me to change some things and know what to expect