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Bag on Me
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SSGKobe
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I had some n***as try to rat on me (Rat on me) I had so many n***as try to rat on me (Rat on me) They took lil bro they took my lil Homie (Lil Homie) I had so many n***as try to rat on me Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me Put a price try to put a tag on me In the field remember used to tag Homie When my brother died I was mad lonely Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face I be smoking gas, smokin outer space Man I need my chips yea I need my lays I was totin K’s in the Second grade (repeatеd) Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on mе Put a price try to put a tag on me In the field remember used to tag Homie When my brother died I was mad lonely Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face I be smoking gas, smokin outer space Man I need my chips yea I need my lays I was totin K’s in the Second grade They tried to put a lil bag on my head Yea all of my homies they turned fed Remember the days I was gettin her wet I carry a chrome I aim it at yo dome And I can never fold, let the truth be told They been f**kin with me ever since loaded Grab a lil purple ima pour it Kill-Tec got me movin slowly Bust down on a b*t*h just like my Rollie Yea that lil b*t*h my Kryptonite Sippin wockhardt forget the night I knew somethin didn’t feel right (ohh woah) Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me Put a price try to put a tag on me In the field remember used to tag Homie When my brother died I was mad lonely Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face I be smoking gas, smokin outer space Man I need my chips yea I need my lays I was totin K’s in the Second grade (repeated) Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me Put a price try to put a tag on me In the field remember used to tag Homie When my brother died I was mad lonely Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face I be smoking gas, smokin outer space Man I need my chips yea I need my lays I was totin K’s in the Second grade The choppa the choppa gone blow him away I’m smokin that Za by the strain You talkin down on me just stay in yo lane You gone talk by the gun you gone die by the gun Ima theif in the night Gotta keep a strap just like a dyke Yea all of my friends they died Demons that I fight Yea they tried to put a lil bag on my head I know some rappers who wish I was dead All of these females they just wanted bread All of my Day 1’s done switched up on me Same ones who put all the blame on me Paranoid gotta keep a stain on me It always ends up the same for me Doin and talkin not the same to me I swear it seem like they hate when you winnin If you wanna kill me then show me you with it They always talkin they doing the most I Can’t find my purpose I’m so f**kin lost I keep a chrome it’s gone send him to satan I check my comments I see that they hatin Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me Put a price try to put a tag on me In the field remember used to tag Homie When my brother died I was mad lonely Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face I be smoking gas, smokin outer space Man I need my chips yea I need my lays I was totin K’s in the Second grade (repeated) Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me Put a price try to put a tag on me In the field remember used to tag Homie When my brother died I was mad lonely Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face I be smoking gas, smokin outer space Man I need my chips yea I need my lays I was totin K’s in the Second grade (in the second grade, second grade)
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