Bag Play Ace Hood

[Intro]
Hey, put a towel underneath the door
Open the windows up
Oh man

[Bridge]
Don't you call the cops, I'm smokin' on that killa
I'm so super lit I can't even fight the feelin'
Told my kids that daddy must go get the millions
Pull up with the top, I left without the ceiling

[Chorus]
I'm on to bag play
I'm in a great space
Ain't with the fake love, I won't even handshake
The real niggas fuck with me, I'm talkin' the long way
I jump on the beat hungry, I make it a entree

[Verse 1]
I am not fighting the feeling
I gotta be one of the realest
Really though, one of the illest
Mentally fully committed
Ain't no sauce for the free
Ain't no land of the free
Ain't no hand-out, let me find out, nothing's here for the cheap
I'mma rise to occasion, every time we arrange it
I'm alive, nigga, get in line, still ahead of time with the cadance
No flaws, no flagging
Murder scene, new caskets
Boy, it's feeling like the first time Frank Lucas hit with Blue Magic
God