Duffle Bag Weekends

Two cribs but couldn't keep me inside none

You know tryna be outside until outside's done

Too many reasons to not be out when the time comes

And too many dice games, so find me inside one

Born in the 80s, raised in 90s typical shit

Dirty handed or not, you know what the gist of it is

Couldn't duck it, so we become it, easy to fall in love with

But young enough to not understand all that it come with

So umm, inset parents here

Couldn't turnaround without seeing both standing there

Still on my 1-2, same as the ones with me whenever I come through

Forever we're one group

And solo records could never come outta son group

But I had a Nike bag who always sung too

The hood like damn Sky in the house, what son do?

Nah if you don't see him come around then he back at his mother house

Word, same rules at her house, I couldn't slip through that

Her new boyfriend's trash, I wanted to get him clapped

Different story, but my mother was still the difference for me

All the composure I use to get you off me is from her

But I still got that other side that comes alive

Picture furious styles pushing a bubble 5

There it is, raised by it over a shot of Henny

Nowadays we reflect on it til the bottles empty

Old Knicks and Ralph Lauren and Spike

And all of my catalog and the songs that get him hype

And he laughs like you know how many shoot outs I was in

For him to be your hero off the movies I done lived

But still, he understood all the glare in my eyes

You never think that a hero can be where you reside

And I ain't never turn an eye, never took it for granted

But it was everyday so I ain't have to understand it

He said he was joking, I poured him another shot

Knowing he wasn't joking bout everyone that he popped

Trained me the same way, that I truly understood

And I ain't have the same reasons but I shoot it just as good

Me and mine got a story or two

Nothing that needs to spoken up over the loop

Just know that it all makes sense when it's hindsight

My mother told me be like your father when the times right

My pop told me your mother's here to give you emotion

And I'm here to give you the aim to blow shit open, fully loaded

Recollecting shit til the song stops

A green Nike duffle bag's still my soft spot, for real

Saw it all but that wasn't the only thing I saw

Corner store said I promise we can get it all

Momma taught me through it all just to stand tall

And poppa taught me if they reach blow their hands off, blow their hands off

I bet you I can fit a whole weekend in my duffle bag

I bet you I can fit a whole weekend in my duffle bag

I bet you I can fit a whole weekend in my duffle bag

I bet you I can fit a whole weekend in my duffle bag

My duffle bag, duffle bag, duffle bag