Book Bag

[Intro]
With them bricks in my bag
So I can put some strips in my stash
Come from, don't give a fuck 'bout no batch
With them bricks in my bag
So I can put some strips in my stash
Come from, don't give a fuck 'bout no batch

[Chorus]
I wake up in the morning, put them bricks in my bookbag
Headed up north where them numbers is good at
Bro, I'm almost there, where you want me to pull at?
40 right there, hope them boys don't pull that
And now I'm on the road, got them racks in my bookbag
Police ridin' close, but I'm focused, won't look back
Ex on my phone, but girl, I can't look back
Now you on your own, did some shit, I can't look back

[Verse 1]
Early in the morning, I got breakfast on the table
O's everywhere like somebody makin' bagels
Shorty tryna fuck me, but then she gon' have to wait, though
Gotta hit the road and I'm already on the late show
You know where I'm goin', don't be askin', girl, you can't go
I could sit at home, but all these bills ain't gon' get paid, though
Yeah, that's what I thought
And now she mad, tearin' up all that fancy shit I bought
I started in the back, now somehow I'm in charge
And now they feel like if we win or lose, it's my fault
But I gotta play my part, and I'm tryna play it smart
Got blood in my eyes, and this water full of sharks

[Chorus]
I wake up in the morning, put them bricks in my bookbag
Headed up north where them numbers is good at
Bro, I'm almost there, where you want me to pull at?
40 right there, hope them boys don't pull that
And now I'm on the road, got them racks in my bookbag
Police ridin' close, but I'm focused, won't look back
Ex on my phone, but girl, I can't look back
Now you on your own, did some shit, I can't look back

[Verse 2]
I got Juanito on the line, he need a whole one
My partner on my other line, he tryna hold somethin'
My lil' nigga shot a text, he need like four of 'em
Only got five, sorry, dawg, can't let you hold nothin'
I went to prison and my bitch ran off
Me and a couple niggas in my clique fell off
Said I ain't got no hard feelings, hope they still well off
I'm in my own lane, ridin' 'til the wheels fall off
And I'm so tired, but I can't lie down
I got a bird in the sky 'bout to land right now
And I don't give a fuck what you can stand right now
That's what they payin' right now, you got that bread, ride down
I wake up with them bricks in my bag
Take a roadtrip to put some strips in my stash
And where I come from, don't give a fuck 'bout no batch
I'm the gingerbread man, catch me if you can

[Chorus]
I wake up in the morning, put them bricks in my bookbag
Headed up north where them numbers is good at
Bro, I'm almost there, where you want me to pull at?
40 right there, hope them boys don't pull that
And now I'm on the road, got them racks in my bookbag
Police ridin' close, but I'm focused, won't look back
Ex on my phone, but girl, I can't look back
Now you on your own, did some shit, I can't look back