[Intro]
So Harry-O out, huh? (Yup)
Well, you tell him I said pull up on me
I got a sandwich bag for him (Right, right, right)
(Right, right, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Never seen a bag that I ain't like
Lambchop with the doors off
Lil' bitch, you know I got a wife
As she proceed to take her clothes off
Self-driven, this the life I chose
My tunnel vision was somethin' like El Chapo's
Black Swan on my toes, watch for the potholes
I rather focus on how much water the pot holds
Started out breakin' records, now we breakin' records
Never thought I would be famous for my indiscretions
She up and down on my pole, but this ain't no election
I'm busy fuckin' the globе, bitch, I don't need protection
Correction; this my C-section, how ya livin'?
Thеy makin' music but we on a different algorithm
Lookin' at life through a glass jar, cloudy vision
All I ever needed was one mic, Scottie Pippen
[Chorus]
I thought I told niggas this come with the territory
New gold digger, that come with the territory
The lifestyles of the rich get dangerous
Some die with a name, others die nameless
I heard they plottin' on me, that come with the territory
Keep that thang on me, yeah, that's self-explanatory
But I ain't trippin', speakin' the truth will get you canceled fast
That's Dre drop, this type of talk come with a sandwich bag
So Harry-O out, huh? (Yup)
Well, you tell him I said pull up on me
I got a sandwich bag for him (Right, right, right)
(Right, right, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Never seen a bag that I ain't like
Lambchop with the doors off
Lil' bitch, you know I got a wife
As she proceed to take her clothes off
Self-driven, this the life I chose
My tunnel vision was somethin' like El Chapo's
Black Swan on my toes, watch for the potholes
I rather focus on how much water the pot holds
Started out breakin' records, now we breakin' records
Never thought I would be famous for my indiscretions
She up and down on my pole, but this ain't no election
I'm busy fuckin' the globе, bitch, I don't need protection
Correction; this my C-section, how ya livin'?
Thеy makin' music but we on a different algorithm
Lookin' at life through a glass jar, cloudy vision
All I ever needed was one mic, Scottie Pippen
[Chorus]
I thought I told niggas this come with the territory
New gold digger, that come with the territory
The lifestyles of the rich get dangerous
Some die with a name, others die nameless
I heard they plottin' on me, that come with the territory
Keep that thang on me, yeah, that's self-explanatory
But I ain't trippin', speakin' the truth will get you canceled fast
That's Dre drop, this type of talk come with a sandwich bag
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