cant leave the house without a bag on me/the shit ain't real unless the tag on it,/iont do this shit to brag homie ,spent the mortgage on baghomie just to get a bigger bag on me , take a picture it a last longer dwn bad playing games of hunger all it did was make a nigga stronger, I got the key to the streets them youngins they listen to me, come get u a zip fa the 3 ,we charging 220 a p i gotta get to this money i run up a bag in my sleep I'm running the streets till my legs hurt the police was looking fa me ask daughter's they know I'm a G ,My lil boy put cancer to sleep and tell my daddy I ain't mad at em,that shit use to hurt me fa weeks ,I really didn't think I was anybody till I herd my pain on the beat ,den dem niggas start hanging wit me no they wasnt who they claiming to be I'm on go keep that banger wit me betta ask bout my aim in the streets bet his brain leave a stain in the streets bitxh I put it on gang it was free in my section they playin fa keeps I make a fuck nigga mad at Me