Running up a bag

(Running up a bag

Bag, oh baby

I gotta get to it babe

Bag...)

I'm still running up a bag, running up a bag

Trappin out the benz, bringing money back

Ballin for my hood, running up the tab

Shorty I'm the man, shorty I'm the man

I gives a fuck what suckers sayin

I love my money rubber band

You know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag

Oh bitch I'm ballin for my hood, only true hustlers understand

They know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag

Man I said these niggas cool but I'm a little cooler Rick the ruler get the rulers out lets see who measuring up

I got the wind of a rookie on top of veteran style

Don't I impress you enough when am pressed upon you blessings lessons on you run you round in circles run the town no curfew

But a nigga go in, I seen a light at a tunnel and said "a nigga could win"

So I did it and did it did it and did it again

I made it vivid I live it I'm on my pivot I give it a hundred when I'm in the paint nigga

And I never ever ever been a fake nigga

I just had breakfast on the jet, I spent a Lexus on this necklace you see me reppin for the set

I say no weapon formed against us shall prosper god'll watch me do it

Now watch the god inside me do it

Oh yes I'm live in living color, oh yes I got a little brother

And a older too and they both in jail fuck you want me do if you only knew shit that I been through

All my haters way too hype for nothing I get paper they don't like me fuck em

I'm still running up a bag, running up a bag

Trappin out the benz, bringing money back

Ballin for my hood, running up the tab

Shorty I'm the man, shorty I'm the man

I gives a fuck what suckers sayin

I love my money rubber band

You know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag

Oh bitch I'm ballin for my hood, only true hustlers understand

They know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag

Man I said these niggas cool but they ain't got they soul connected man I'm so connected

All my goals directed I was chosen my glow perfected, and that ain't the half I'm the whole exception

And who are you to be withholding blessings

Love and peace is such a dope investment

Joy and pain the same they both reflected

In each other cause they both connected

Search for answers cause my heart is empty

Feel like cancer spreading all your envy

Tainted city painted anguish still I painted pretty guess that's just the artist in me

I done turned the dawning's to the sun, yeah my better harvest still to come

And I bet my father still at one reason that my son see the sun and oh

Ain't no problem baby let it go, yeah your black skin is ghetto gold

Get attacked when the devil know you got god in your heart yeah

Fuck the game we gone chart yeah

Everything came from hardships

We maintain no facades bitch

Gang, gang, gang, squad

I'm still running up a bag, running up a bag

Trappin out the benz, bringing money back

Ballin for my hood, running up the tab

Shorty I'm the man, shorty I'm the man

I gives a fuck what suckers sayin

I love my money rubber band

You know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag

Oh bitch I'm ballin for my hood, only true hustlers understand

They know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag