Duffle Bag
[Hook: Alex Faith]
Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track
Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap
Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel
And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Swinging bending[?] quarters
I'm just hanging with the homies
If you're hatin' then I bet we leave you right where you're at
[Ki'Shon Furlow]
And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em
"You can smell the bass from my clothes"
And we keep a tight circle 'round here
We don't know you, okay, you're too close
And I put it down I rep for my coast
I'm a real player I rep for my coast
All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram
Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost
[Verse 1: Alex Faith]
They been knew about me since I was 19
Huffing and puffing and burning these trees
I mess with that liquor but never codeine
Chasing and stacking up all my money
That my goal in this life was a girl on her knees
In the back of that back, I just want you to see
All of the differences of you and me
If I said it I meant it, ain't no in between
Riding in the old school, that's right
No insurance in the parking lot of Best Buy
Next to the movie theater in Fayetteville
Kicking flavor with the homies
Maybe pop a few pills
I'm just trying to show you how I live
Struggle with addiction
I'm just trying to tell you how it feel
When the nicotine in my blood
It's the feeling, it's the high, boy that's all I love so
I got a middle finger to the haters
Not interested in the potential of living better
Been affected by the substantial amount of limits
That's indoctrinated me believin' that I'll never get it
ClayCo shawty, tell me where you from
Riverdale to Jones are the places that I love
But the places are at war with everything I've become
So I gotta level up and I'm doing it just for fun, aye
Peace up, A-Town down
Diamonds in my crown, gold in my mouth
I ain't never seen you around here
But you throwing up the hood
Playa can you tell me where your momma house
Peace up, A-Town down
Diamonds in my crown, gold in my mouth
I ain't never seen you around here
But you throwing up the hood
Playa can you tell me where your momma house
[Hook: Alex Faith]
Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track
Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap
Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel
And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Swinging bending[?] quarters
I'm just hanging with the homies
If you're hatin' than I'll bury you just right where you're at
[Bridge: Ki'Shon]
And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em
"You can smell the bass from my clothes"
And we keep a tight circle 'round here
We don't know you, okay, you're too close
And I put it down I rep for my coast
I'm a real player I rep for my coast
All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram
Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost
[Verse 2: Ki'Shon]
Little Rock on the east side of the city if you really wanna come and kick back with a mac
Looking at the youngins, they be getting to the money chuck full of D's all like Shaq in the back
Shoutout to the homies, they can get it legal
But they law got me looking real bad for the fact
That a white man rape they gon' give him three months and a n***a 10 years for a stack of ???
They ain't tryna hear it though, you just fantasize while they damage lies
Hanging in the balance, count it I am spiritual
Take a fish turn it to a Gyarados
Game recognize game
I ain't really one you wanna play with it
Without a hesitation we riding for reparations
I'mma need a Cadillac and a chain with it
Same image and I need the paint with it
Window frame tinted yeah mean the whole thing
When you see me lane switching
I'mma pick up all of my hood
And we gon' ride out til we in God's hands
I ain't kidding, like not even a little, cat
I'm trying to perfect flows
With the work let's go wanna figure how I got even a little trap
I blacked out on the way, oh where the widows at?
I know you see me out in [?]
We was really with it from the jump
So I do this for my homies that I know be living in the slums
Went to college from the ghetto, now I swear the music getting dumb
Me and Alex off in the Buckhead Church, just chicken on 'em with the drums, ooh
[Hook: Alex Faith]
Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track
Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap
Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel
And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Swinging bending[?] quarters
I'm just hanging with the homies
If you're hatin' than I'll bury you just right where you're at
[Ki'Shon Furlow]
And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em
"You can smell the bass from my clothes"
And we keep a tight circle 'round here
We don't know you, okay, you're too close
And I put it down I rep for my coast
I'm a real player I rep for my coast
All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram
Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost
[Hook: Alex Faith]
Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track
Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap
Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel
And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Swinging bending[?] quarters
I'm just hanging with the homies
If you're hatin' than I'll bury you just right where you're at
[Outro: Ki'Shon]
And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em
"You can smell the bass from my clothes"
And we keep a tight circle 'round here
We don't know you, okay, you're too close
And I put it down I rep for my coast
I'm a real player I rep for my coast
All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram
Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost
Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track
Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap
Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel
And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Swinging bending[?] quarters
I'm just hanging with the homies
If you're hatin' then I bet we leave you right where you're at
[Ki'Shon Furlow]
And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em
"You can smell the bass from my clothes"
And we keep a tight circle 'round here
We don't know you, okay, you're too close
And I put it down I rep for my coast
I'm a real player I rep for my coast
All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram
Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost
[Verse 1: Alex Faith]
They been knew about me since I was 19
Huffing and puffing and burning these trees
I mess with that liquor but never codeine
Chasing and stacking up all my money
That my goal in this life was a girl on her knees
In the back of that back, I just want you to see
All of the differences of you and me
If I said it I meant it, ain't no in between
Riding in the old school, that's right
No insurance in the parking lot of Best Buy
Next to the movie theater in Fayetteville
Kicking flavor with the homies
Maybe pop a few pills
I'm just trying to show you how I live
Struggle with addiction
I'm just trying to tell you how it feel
When the nicotine in my blood
It's the feeling, it's the high, boy that's all I love so
I got a middle finger to the haters
Not interested in the potential of living better
Been affected by the substantial amount of limits
That's indoctrinated me believin' that I'll never get it
ClayCo shawty, tell me where you from
Riverdale to Jones are the places that I love
But the places are at war with everything I've become
So I gotta level up and I'm doing it just for fun, aye
Peace up, A-Town down
Diamonds in my crown, gold in my mouth
I ain't never seen you around here
But you throwing up the hood
Playa can you tell me where your momma house
Peace up, A-Town down
Diamonds in my crown, gold in my mouth
I ain't never seen you around here
But you throwing up the hood
Playa can you tell me where your momma house
[Hook: Alex Faith]
Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track
Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap
Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel
And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Swinging bending[?] quarters
I'm just hanging with the homies
If you're hatin' than I'll bury you just right where you're at
[Bridge: Ki'Shon]
And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em
"You can smell the bass from my clothes"
And we keep a tight circle 'round here
We don't know you, okay, you're too close
And I put it down I rep for my coast
I'm a real player I rep for my coast
All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram
Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost
[Verse 2: Ki'Shon]
Little Rock on the east side of the city if you really wanna come and kick back with a mac
Looking at the youngins, they be getting to the money chuck full of D's all like Shaq in the back
Shoutout to the homies, they can get it legal
But they law got me looking real bad for the fact
That a white man rape they gon' give him three months and a n***a 10 years for a stack of ???
They ain't tryna hear it though, you just fantasize while they damage lies
Hanging in the balance, count it I am spiritual
Take a fish turn it to a Gyarados
Game recognize game
I ain't really one you wanna play with it
Without a hesitation we riding for reparations
I'mma need a Cadillac and a chain with it
Same image and I need the paint with it
Window frame tinted yeah mean the whole thing
When you see me lane switching
I'mma pick up all of my hood
And we gon' ride out til we in God's hands
I ain't kidding, like not even a little, cat
I'm trying to perfect flows
With the work let's go wanna figure how I got even a little trap
I blacked out on the way, oh where the widows at?
I know you see me out in [?]
We was really with it from the jump
So I do this for my homies that I know be living in the slums
Went to college from the ghetto, now I swear the music getting dumb
Me and Alex off in the Buckhead Church, just chicken on 'em with the drums, ooh
[Hook: Alex Faith]
Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track
Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap
Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel
And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Swinging bending[?] quarters
I'm just hanging with the homies
If you're hatin' than I'll bury you just right where you're at
[Ki'Shon Furlow]
And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em
"You can smell the bass from my clothes"
And we keep a tight circle 'round here
We don't know you, okay, you're too close
And I put it down I rep for my coast
I'm a real player I rep for my coast
All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram
Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost
[Hook: Alex Faith]
Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track
Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap
Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel
And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac
Swinging bending[?] quarters
I'm just hanging with the homies
If you're hatin' than I'll bury you just right where you're at
[Outro: Ki'Shon]
And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em
"You can smell the bass from my clothes"
And we keep a tight circle 'round here
We don't know you, okay, you're too close
And I put it down I rep for my coast
I'm a real player I rep for my coast
All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram
Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost