Left, right, left, right, always see a marchin' See my swag, yeah, I got it from target Been in the red, still turn profit

Hyped up, no jet lag, yeah, I'm in my bag Yeah, I'm in my, yeah, I'm in my bag

Yeah, I'm in my, yeah, I'm in my bag

I feel like Noreaga all I say is what, what now?

Every time I throw a Dan Marino with the touchdown

Daughter cooked a piece for the wrist, no buss down

Packed house, singing a hold up I say calm down

I ain't homophobic, I don't ever say pause

Every time they hear me comin', cue the music from jaws

Just like Nicki 9, I been knockin' on doors No job, too small, no risk, no reward

Label dropped me back at 17, I said, say less

Why would I let you own more and get paid less

Battin' on me now, ain't a secret, cause it ain't kept

Like Drake playin' on stake that's a safe bet

Left, right, left, right, always see a marchin' See my swag, yeah, I got it from target Been in the red, still turn profit

Hyped up, no jet lag, yeah, I'm in my bag Yeah, I'm in my, yeah, I'm in my bag

Yeah, I'm in my, yeah, I'm in my bag

Labels don’t tour and they stackin all the funds why

They own all ya music now ya touring just to get by

Do the macarena shimmy down with me one time

I hit homers I ain't never been a umpire

Chip stackin you can still find me out at Dollarama

Cleanin out the hard drive I don’t need no arm and hammer

I don’t need a grammy man I’d rather get to call my gramma

This bar for her right here - go and mind your manners

Left, right, left, right, always see a marchin' See my swag, yeah, I got it from target Been in the red, still turn profit

Hyped up, no jet lag, yeah, I'm in my bag Yeah, I'm in my, yeah, I'm in my bag

Yeah, I'm in my, yeah, I'm in my bag

We go, boy, it's honest work, J Laker, what's up, man?

I'm literally doin' whatever I wanna do right now

Whether I wanna sit down with a guitar and go pour my heart out

Do a funk song or go crazy on a rap record, There's no right or wrong way, man, there's only my way