Saint Xavier - Brand New Bag Lyrics

Daddy got a brand new bag
Blue stacks in the sack
Green grass
Mess the oxygen up
It's a fact that these raps are an Option for us
Got the cheese and the Mac
Like pasta or some
Holdin a check
Like a hostage or some
Chopper go blacka
Like Rasta or some
Might call my doctor
I'm sicker then them
Flex with my hoes
We got sick of the gym

Fire aim
When I'm ready
Cock and bang
When I'm steady
Putting rap in my belly
I heard em screaming and Yelling
But I don't know what to tell Them
Another beat to the heavens
Until highly respected
And I can't talk to the peasant
Told em give me a second
I need me a moment
It's the henny and cola
Got me losing emotions
It's the people that's fake
That's been turning me colder
My nigga push weight
And he got a diploma
Elevate to being great
Got me moving outta state
My mind in a place
Where everybody's a goner
I see lunch meat
Everybody bologna
They fake and they phony
I'm taking they woman
They ride like pony
I drive with homie
I'm not by lonely
More game than a Sony
I grab my cohonas
The money's a bonus

Ugh
Daddy's got a brand new bag
Thats a whole new stash
In the back of the closet or Somethin'
Have to keep track of lost and My runs
I'm from the city that's home of LeBron
Where ballins a sport but we Only shoot guns
You get hit with the stick
And you split to the crib
We call that a home run
And you no with the shits
Like you constipated
I need commas
The compensation
For being a artist
Them dollars a come
For being way smarter
Than competition
I put the pot in my lungs
I see the plot in day ones
I see the ops and I shrug
Never knew I was the plug
Rappers remind of me bugs
I throw the salt on slug
Tired of showing them love
Tired of showing them love