In the Bag

So this the music that made white people mad Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out This the shit you dream about You can have the world, it's up for grabs Leave with everything 'cause everything is in the bag When I was younger, I was just a little wild motherfucker Tryna be like all the people on television They had all the bitches that I wanted, all the cars and all the extras Anything money could buy, they was spending millions I was tryna get to pimping, I was tryna blow up talking demolition That boy got the devil in him, swear he need a exorcism I'm all by myself, got no competition Keep it real in a world that's filled with politicians You want to talk about your problems Don't you wish the life you lived was motherfucking awesome Don't you wish you had all the p***y, too much money you could spend You could get away and never see your shitty life again So this the music that made white people mad Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out This the shit you dream about You can have the world, it's up for grabs Leave with everything 'cause everything is in the bag We never done with this shit Here we come with that shit I ain't stressing, I ain't worried 'bout nothing, don't trip It's amazing all the shit that I be coming out with Shit is real, tell 'em chill Keep on bumping my shit All my life I been a fuck up, never did anything right That's why everyday I'm fucked up My mom pray to Jesus Christ Asking somebody to save me (Somebody save that boy) But I'm way too motherfucking crazy (No one can save that boy) All the kids is doing drugs (Drugs) They just want to break the law and find someone to fuck (They wanna find someone to fuck) Nobody doing as they told (Little bad ass kids) Everyone out of control (Fuck it, that's just how it is) I'm self made, dream came true, I'm a miracle Every time I put my dick inside a bitch, it's spiritual Got the whip that say wealthy on my steering wheel Brand new model bitch made me waffles and some cereal That's what I call a good morning Your mom work an extra job just to get you Jordans Just so you could show up at your school looking fresh and I don't know 'bout you, but me, I'm important (I'm so gorgeous) You got money in your pocket, you the shit You got everything you want and bitches on your dick A couple grand got you feeling like the man Everybody walking tall til they trip They just cut the check, you had to go and cop the whip Drive up to your ex's crib and tell her she ain't shit There's just something about the money, make a motherfucker crazy When I die, bury me in my Mercedes, god damn So this the music that made white people mad Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out This the shit you dream about You can have the world, it's up for grabs Leave with everything 'cause everything is in the bag We never done with this shit Here we come with that shit I ain't stressing, I ain't worried bout nothing, don't trip It's amazing all the shit that I be coming out with Shit is real, tell 'em chill Keep on bumping my shit Bumping my shit Bumping my shit Bumping my shit Bumping my shit