Bnb (Phreemix) [feat. Kierre Smith]

Just get your bag Just get your bag, yeah Brand new bag At least you're getting your bag, yeah Brand new bag Just get your bag Shorty tell me, that she need some cash to fuck Slob on time I don't ask for much Yo last nigga got yo math fucked up Thinking that a nigga gone cash you up Ass so fat I couldn't pass that up Hop in break the pedal, he mad as fuck New pack, new bag, just bag that up Same me, new devil, I'm leveled up I'm grinding no time, still bales are up I ain't been home in a minute Brand new bag They know I'm grinding They know I'm real for real And I, come from the field It's a brand new bag, yeah-yeah Fuck what they thought about I took the harder route That was the smarter route I had to get it Knew that the sun was out Now that my daughter out I will not play no games with none of you niggas Progressing through motions I'm happy I got it And almost can get my folks out them trenches God bless him and fuck him if he in his feelings I do not duck him I stick to the business Life's not a status, I hope that they get it I'm more than valid, more valuable meaning I know the money come after it nigga So I ain't worried I capture it nigga Long as the rent paid, as long as my kids ate Imma stay after the mission This more than passion lil nigga This more than rapping lil nigga This not no talent lil nigga This working magic lil nigga This pulling up like what's happening nigga Ain't no Bombay's in no casket lil nigga Fly like Aladdin lil nigga She think she Jasmine, she tripping Bro nem gone slide off the pills Bitch pick a side ain't no middle Blood ain't always in your circle, no family nigga Nothing will damage me nigga I am not panicking nigga I learned to point it lil nigga And I don't care who around me lil nigga Come from a era I'm bout it lil nigga Come from a city where you got to watch who around you Cause the ones close to you doubt you Do you a favor, later on call in a voucher I had to move those mountains Had to get between those couches Fuck who doubt it, I ain't drowning Looking for loyalty still ain't found it It's semi, won't lose my balance Shorty say she love she done lost her mind Grade A, day one I just pray for the better Nigga just spoiled he don't know no better I ain't worried about you I'm just counting these blessings I'm grinding no time, still bales are up I ain't been home in a minute Brand new bag, yeah They know I'm grinding They know I'm real for real And I, come from the field It's a brand new bag, yeah-yeah Shorty tell me, that she need some cash to fuck Slob on time I don't ask for much Yo new niggas got yo math fucked up Thinking that a nigga gone cash you up Ass so fat I couldn't pass that up Hop in break the pedal, he mad as fuck New pack, new bag, just bag that up Same me, new devil, I'm leveled up Brand new bag At least you're getting your bag, yeah Just get your bag Just get your bag, yeah-yeah At least you're getting to the bag Fuck that nigga that nigga was a lad I don't respect no nigga with kids who ain't a dad I don't respect no bitch who can't let go of the past I don't do it for the money but the money keep me rapping I ain't keep it to myself I always subtracted Even when I didn't have it I knew a nigga would have it Fuck with her cause that bitch a little ratchet And the girl she brought with her is a little savage Only time he seen the field is when he playing Madden Lot of niggas killers but they still rapping For every nigga get it, it's one hundred watching Know niggas that turn him into a news caption Know bitches that fuck him and let the crew in You was slipping and fucking ain't had no move near Nigga just count your blessings Took my L, like I learned my lesson Roll these L's cause a nigga been stressing Everybody destination a casket Don't need no help, I'm cool with progression Seven hundred ones, cause our work ethic I'm so cool on the people who left me Ain't saving no bitch, bitches ain't no shelf, shit These Calvin Klein boxers and socks, top shelf shit I can get it if I want cause a nigga never had shit This cigar on my body, she know she smell it Have you ever made love to a real felon Riding for a nigga is more than writing letters They say a nigga changed but I did it for the better The streets gave me nothing, so I stepped up a level Stacked it in silence and stepped up my mental Fuck what they thought about I'm a real nigga Friend or my enemy just don't pretend to me I'm grinding no time, still bales are up I ain't been home in a minute Brand new bag They know I'm grinding They know I'm real for real And I, come from the field It's a brand new bag, yeah-yeah Brand new bag At least you're getting your bag, yeah Just get your bag Just get your bag, yeah