[Intro]

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Sometimes, you gotta lose yourself to find yourself again

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Welcome back, Marlanna

Yeah!

[Verse 1]

One for the money and one for the homies

I move with respect; I don't need nothin' on me

The father made way for me—feel just like Bronny

I got my look back; look, my blessin's, they on me (Yeah, come on!)

They reign and they rain—yeah, you see how I'm comin' (Yeah, come on!)

Pop-pop-pop-pop off—it sound like we drummin' (Yeah, come on!)

I reach all my goals like my nephew bе dunkin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah!)

Back on the rims, ridin' on rims

Came in all black to that, I came back, back-to-back

Backed up my ass to that, reppin' North Cackalack

Feel like a Cadillac, nothin' but classics

Never (Never!) been average, never been—uh! (Pop-pop-pop-pop!)

Avirex on me, I'm tougher than homie Gervonta

The fight is my mantra—I want it, I will

Get you a will; they carryin' steel

We fightin' to live, (Yeah, yeah!) my ****—it's hard

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[Chorus]

I'm back (Back!) in my bag (I'm back, back!)

I'm back in my bag, on God

The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci (Yeah, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, yo, I'm back, hey!)

I'm back in my bag (Yeah!)

I'm back in my bag, on God (Yeah, I'm back, hey!)

The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci (Yeah, back, back, back, back in my—!)

[Verse 2]

Back in my duffle, don't fear no opponent

You know I'm gon' hustle like rubber band on it

Countin' my blessin's, I'm laughin' like Jonah

You don't wish me well, I guess you don't know me

God walk these **** like Malcolm in Saudi

That's word to my momma, tatted on my body

My left arm, they ain't left arm

They still doin' harm, bodies on bodies

Cried over Malcolm, I cried over Dolphin

I'm cryin' for Nipsey, been feelin' like Lauryn

Carry the cross, got the Sun in my eyes

Groomed for this—I ain't meant to be no bride

Unmarried, but I know you still feel obliged

Bounce on these ****—I learned from Sanaa

Back in my bag, and it's big as a duffle

With blessin's on blessin's, I came through the struggle

[Chorus]

I'm back

I'm back in my bag

I'm back in my bag, on God

The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci

I'm back in my bag

I'm back in my bag, on God

Yeah, yeah

The duffle, the Louie, the Telfar, the Gucci

[Verse 3]

I came through the rain, and I came through the thunder

I push through the pain; I'm laughin' at summer

My hell was way hotter—I feel like Assata

Escape with my truth; I came back like Nirvana

Road is all rocky—it's nothin'; I re-up

Go back-to-back, baby; can't no one here see us

Stomach it all 'til I look like Aaliyah

Went back and forth, forth and back, just like a cornerback

(Yeah! Yeah!) You **** got ho veins

I respect Hovain

Tell 'em, "Get low, mane"

Bullets is flyin' high

I give 'em lo mein

Food for thought

Cocaine color the whip

Culinary on my wrist

Cookin' you; I ain't forgot what you did

State of it all eventually falls

Frequency, this is the shift—I'm home

[Chorus]

I'm back in my bag

I'm back in my bag, on God

The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci

I'm back in my bag

I'm back in my bag, on God

The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci

I'm back in my bag

I'm back in my bag, on God

The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci

I'm back in my bag

I'm back in my bag, on God

The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci