BACK TO THE BAG

(Damn, Callan, you gettin' guap) I said I changed, but ain't no angel, ain't no saint Came out of county, planned a lick the next day Struggle had me lost, had a nigga losin' faith I was in my cell prayin', but when I was out, wouldn't pray I know that I ain't shit, baby, you ain't gotta stay I know I'm hardheaded and I'm stuck up in my ways She gon' tell you that she love you, but that love gon' probably fade They gon' smile when you close, but when they far, they gon' hate Been the realest from the start, and I'll continue 'til the end Always got nothin' but F's, but right now I'm tryna get M's I be itchin' for a bag, for a bag, I'ma sin Like I don't learn my lesson 'cause here I go again My nigga was frеsh out, but he a fool, he back in Told my nigga 'bout a plot, he was quick to tap in Wе some motherfuckin' fools tryna bring them racks in $UEDE, you need to chill, boy, you need some damn sense You'd probably understand if I told you 'bout my life You wouldn't even know all the pain I feel inside 'Member almost dyin' at seventeen sniffin' lines Ain't nobody perfect, you got problems, I got mine One day, we gon' leave, one day, we gon' die 'Member in that casket, ain't nobody by your side If I get rich but don't get fame, I wouldn't mind Care about the guap, never care about no likes Free my nigga Poloh, just put money on his books Bitch, I'm only out on bail, I would've been up in them bunks First day out, link with shorty and I fuck Second day, hit the plug for the drugs Why the fuck would I change if I'm up? In the stu' sippin' Henny, I be buzzed I was down for a minute, I was stuck Niggas mad I don't bang, but the hood show me love Expensive belt, but I still sag Nigga, in my city, niggas kill rats HP South Central where the real at I'm tryna pull up to my people like, "Where the bills at?" Tryna fill the fridge up, put food on the table But my mind on this money, got no time to save hoes Bitch, I got an open case, they say I gotta lay low If you don't know why I went in, nigga, for a bankroll I'm just happy that I'm out, back to the bag Bitch, I'm back on the road tryna touch stacks Nigga, you should join a sport, stop tryna rap Niggas talkin' 'bout the trap, but they ain't sold sacks