KidTruth - In My Bag Lyrics

All the trash you drop
That's not a brag
Twisted vibes you bring
Always a drag
Then you speak on me behind my back
Then you lie about it
That's a red flag
Don't need no snake shaking my hand
Don't need advice on my own brand
Always talking like you're part of the plan
I've done seen our ties cut off in strands
All your hard work is cheap and it's bland
I could say a thousand words and it's grand
I've been pushing this pen to the pad
So don't mind if I get in my bag
Don't mind if I get in my bag
Don't mind if I get in my what Don't mind if I get in my bag
Don't mind If I get in my bag
Have to go back to the drawing board
If that's all you got, what
I see right through that fake facade
You try to put on a lot, what Don't make me drop names in a song
I don't care if it's wrong or not, what
If you've got a problem do something 'bout it
Other wise you're a coward
Come on bruh
It's been a minute since I've had some fun with this
So if your shit is seasonal
Your run is finished
Tried to vilify me like a f*cking menace
But I've changed the minds of a ton of critics
And my bars always give them a face
Like just they just took a sip of the toughest liquor
Hear the drums of hitters
To a bunch of quitters
All you pussies
I'll eat you for lunch and dinner, ha
I've been clicking up
Don't respect opps
You just clicking a mouse on desktop
Keep that same energy you express dawg
Not a hair style, you got dread locked
I just aim for the top like headshot
Until my enemies fold and their breath stops
Got my foot on their neck like a leg drop
Don't you play with me
I've got direct thoughts
Clearly you got exposed
Embarrassed I showed you ran out of assets
Guess I struck a chord on the low
Cause you made a post of you knowing my address
Thought you were better and got fact checked
You an amateur lyricist at best
He can scream in a mic
But his scheming is lightwork
Compared to me because he lacks depth
I'll make sure the world knows
That you copy paste my workflow
Better concentrate on your own
You don't want to enter Dante's inferno
Couldn't run shit if you was on a treadmill
You just a loyal servant
Call you renfield
I could make diehard crips take the red pill
Underestimation is a benefit
You'll get grilled
You ain't raising the roof
But I'm a convertible
I make the ceiling lift
Been breaking the truth
I've never been known to be merciful
Homie it's clear as this
I've been doing great
I'm certain they're shook cause I'm relevant now
That's real as shit
But you need to take that verbal ass whooping
And get the hell out of your feelings bitch
When it comes to speed
I don't feel the need
And your pill popping don't appeal to me
Told your bitch
Come let's film a filthy scene
Shit is gut wrenching how I spill the beans
Ain't nobody rhyming that's as ill as me
I've got replay value
They still agree
I could out perform them soliloquy
Seeing competition as meal for free
Trying to get by when you scrape the bottom of the barrel
No wonder you're going hungry
When that lead flies
You'll see red colored on apparel
From what I've been toting dummy
I'm the king of my city
My hometown
I've been through the drama when it goes down
KidTruth got his own sound
If they don't know guess they know now
I'm done being nice
I'll let the music speak for itself
Yeah
King of my city
My hometown
If they don't know guess they know now
Spread the word