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The Sack
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Hip-Hop/Rap
The Sack was released on November 29, 2019 by Don Trip/47 Mobb as a part of the album Lethal Weapon
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Release DateNovember 29, 2019
LabelDon Trip/47 Mobb
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM68

Credits

Lyrics

80 Thousand dollars in my shoe box
Me against the world, I feel like 2Pac
I used to stash the bomb in my tube socks
And I keep the hammer like a toolbox
The sack, it's all I know
The sack, it's all I know
Sorry baby but the sack is all I know
I got work, my corner office was the corner store
At 18 I was working out the sack
I knock it out like a boxing match
One time for my **** caught in the trap
**** headed to the pen like an office match
You know me, I only offer facts
I push more quarters than a laundromat
You know how I'm rocking about my scratch
I draw down on you like an architect
Mr. Trip says it's the heart attack
Real shit was dead until I brought it back
I'm in that water, these **** keep biting
Feel like I'm surviving a shark attack
Hold up, I don't show no remorse
Truth is they don't want to go to war
**** might speak my name in vain
But a **** ain't fucking with a Polaroid
**** ain't fucking with a picture of me
I ain't even got to put caption on it
God damn right, I got the clap on me
Magazine shaped like macaroni
About my cut like red bologna
The world is mine just as bad as Tony's
24, I started using scales
So the pounds why they had the plastic on them
Godspeed
80 Thousand dollars in my shoe box
Me against the world, I feel like 2Pac
I used to stash the bomb in my tube socks
And I keep the hammer like a toolbox
The sack, it's all I know
The sack, it's all I know
Sorry baby but the sack is all I know
I got work, my corner office was the corner store
All I want is dirty money
Day and night I'm out here running
Got that pack, it come from London
Shit so pure it keep on coming
What you **** know about granny selling rocks up out the window
Mama mad at you cause she found your dope in her blender
Police know you cause you got the hood hot from your ways
Pistol popping, I ain't rocking, all you did was get paid
Chunking cars on the daily, get them beamed just to serve
And your auntie in your business cause she storage in them birds
New cousin every week, everybody is some kin
Long as money not involved cause you will kill your own kin
Shoe box of dead men not too far from my two Glocks
I'm like 2Pac but hustling with two blocks
80 Thousand dollars in my shoe box
Me against the world, I feel like 2Pac
I used to stash the bomb in my tube socks
And I keep the hammer like a toolbox
The sack, it's all I know
The sack, it's all I know
Sorry baby but the sack is all I know
I got work, my corner office was the corner store
Written by: Christopher Don Wallace, Hayward Ivy
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