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Bag Work

Hip-Hop/Rap

Bag Work was released on July 6, 2026 by Ghost Story Records as a part of the album Dreams/Nightmares - EP

Song Details

AlbumDreams/Nightmares - EP

Release DateJuly 6, 2026

LabelGhost Story Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ghost Ethos

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ethan Phillips

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ethan Phillips

Producer

Lyrics

Yeah

Turn the lights low let the bass burst

Every legend started with the same curse

Empty pockets heavy mind heavy grind first

Now every line I write look like bag work

Bag work back hurt stack first last verse

Cash convert passion to a mansion and a fast hearse

Past hurt craft perfectrap surgeon

Cut the beat open let the whole track surface

Look

Every syllable a system in a rhythm I designed

Like a prison for a sentence every line doing time

Got the vision of a villain with a pen dipped in iron

If the ink bleed truth then the lies get denied

Now they quoting every fuckin quote that I wrote in the dark

Where the hope and the focus overlap and lurk in the heart

I was broke with a notebook a rope and a spark

Now the ropes on the court when I float from the arc

I Handle bars like Cade Cunningham crossing lanes with a plan

Game scanning every weakness in the defense of a man

While they juggling the ball I was juggling grams

Of ambition in my hands like a triple double demand

Yeah my bag got layers like a magician's trick

If the trick is making millions off the rhythm I spit

Every bag got weightevery weight got lift

Every lift got pain every ounce of fuckin pain is my gift

See the difference in the pivot of a myth and a king

Is persistence in the distance that the mission can bring

I been swinging for the fences with a sentence and swing

Till the ink ring bells like a championship ring

Bag work back hurt stack first last verse

Every track turn pressure to a black pearl

Past dirt turned worth in a cash surge

I ain't chasing moneymoney chasing my bag work

I'm the author of the aura when the order get tall

Like a baller orchestrating every quarter I call

Got the vision like LaMelo Ball with the pass on the wing

See the play before it form like the path of a king

Bag mean money bag mean skill

Bag mean luggage when I'm racking up mass appeal

Bag mean work when the grind pay bills

Bag mean body on my beats getting killed

Yeah the wordplay circulate circuits in minds

While the serpents in the circus trying to surface my shine

But the purpose of the furnace is to burn and refine

Turn the coal of my soul to a permanent diamond

I was cooking in the cold where the hunger was loud

Where the thunder in the stomach make a wonderer proud

Now the number of the commas in the summer account

Look like coordinates a conqueror could never pronounce

See my rivals talk rings but the rings look rented

Every throne they sit on got a seat subletted

They measuring the crown but the crown's cemented

When the legend get printed it's permanently embedded

See I move like Michael Jordan in the fourth with the fade

Every step calculated like a board game played

They compare me to LeBron but that story's delayed

Every Bron chase a ghost that the GOAT already made

Legacy etched in the ledger of time

Where the pressure refine every measure of rhyme

They say greatness repeated but the treasure is mine

I put the pressure on the game like a letter in lime

Bag work

Every scar a star when the grind get dark

Every mark on the map where the lions embark

If the path full of traps then the trap get charted

Turn a scratch to a plaque when the heart stay sharpened

Yeah

Mamba mentality in the mental I keep

Like Kobe Bryant in the gym when the city asleep

Every rep resurrected in the depth of the beat

Where the sweat meet success in the destiny meet

I'm dissecting every second like a surgeon of sound

Where the verbs circle verbs till the earth spin around

Got the nerve of a nerve when the nerve get found

Like a verb in a verse when the words break ground

Triple meaning in the meter when the metaphor morph

Bag like wealth bag like skill bag like war chest source

Bag like burying bodies of a beat in a course

Every corpse in the chorus just a lyrical corpse

They be chasing the fame I be facing the flame

While they playing checkers I'm erasing the game

Every lane that I pave got my name in the frame

Like a rainstorm carving every canyon with rain

Now the ink like a river and the rhythm the boat

Where the vision of a villain turn a villain to GOAT

Every pen stroke heavy like a ten-ton quote

Where the pressure of the measure make the measure explode

I was starving with a spark in a park in the dark

Now the charts look like art when the bars leave marks

Every mark like Jordan when he carved his arc

And the rivals all LeBrons still chasing the spark

See the bag ain't the money it's the craft and the climb

It's the math of the path when the path redefine

It's the wrath of a mind when the rhyme intertwine

Till the legend of the line outlast the design

Bag work back hurt stack first last verse

Every rival just a LeBron to my Jordan in the last surge

Bag work bag work

Every legend started with the same curse

Now every line I write look like

Bag work

Written by: Ethan Phillips

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