It's all for the bag
I don't ever rest, no
Let it breathe
Look, look
They say you are what you eat
Guess I'm eating anxiety
And I say my prayer before I eat this variety
Society is killing me
Slowly losing my sanity
So I'm using the music as a tool for my sobriety
I put the work in
It's vividly undeniable
Praying like a believer but I ain't waiting on miracles
Parables on a Sunday make my people delirious
Pastors telling fables to make the money
That's genius, right?
But roger that
I'm yaking yak with the illest of raps
Maniac attack on the track has got them taken aback
Lil whatevers I carry 'em on a piggyback
Run this game like a quarterback
On the mic I'm a freaking Mack
And it's all for the bag
I don't ever rest, no
If you think it's for the fame
Silly, you're insane
'Cuz it's only for the bag woah uh
And it's all for the bag
I don't ever rest, no
If you think it's for the fame
Silly, you're insane
'Cuz it's only for the bag woah uh
Shea yeah
You say that for a guy I'm oversensitive
Then talk about my feelings and my suicidal tendencies
You hate me but don't really have a reason
So you spread the propaganda tell me who the menace really is
Cold voices in my head
Shadows hide beneath my bed
December snow, yeah
It slowly flows, yeah
Reminds me of the days
I couldn't let her go, yeah
Drowning in my own thoughts
Tears they fall like raindrops
When a mother lose her child to all these genocidal shootouts uh
What's the difference?
Tell me what am I missing
When the love I knew is history
What else could I fear losing?
I been drinking so much
I feel the rain pour
I been smoking so much
I lose my own thoughts
Yeah, I lose my own thoughts
And it's all for the bag
I don't ever rest, no
If you think it's for the fame
Silly, you're insane
'Cuz it's only for the bag woah uh
I been drinking so much
I feel the rain pour
I been smoking so much
I lose my own thoughts
Yeah, I lose my own thoughts
I can't believe you got me restless
Trying to find purpose beyond the surface
You got me searching for my next lover
Now I'm drinking water from a broken glass
Maybe I was hiding in my beach house and you not around
You'd be glad if knew there's nothing on my table
Just a bunch of snakes on the drive way, yeah
Basically I don't how to be
So I'm bucking the plot
Chasing all of thoughts
Contemplating the Gods
Tried to fathom who we are
And I'm stuck on "The One"
Fenced my house all around
And I blame it on the block 'cause its everybody's fault
Never yours, never mine
So you blame on the city and I blame it on the drugs
Then you blame it your moms
It's a never ending cycle
So I blame it on your Pops
'Cause he never gave you butter
And the bread he let you suffer
For real his only daughter?
So strange like Harry Potter, yeah
And it's all for the bag
I don't ever rest, no
If you think it's for the fame
Silly, you're insane
'Cuz it's only for the bag woah uh