Body Bag

[Verse 1]
Finna get back to my roots
Had to go pay my dues
Time to go and let shit loose
I'ma still be me what it do, it’s the truth
Can’t hang with these boys like a dead mans noose
Spitting high tech shit till the grave
Everything I say know I got 'em feeling type of ways
'Cause it’s RIP okay, I ain’t finna play, run it back and let shit bang

[Chorus]
Had to go and put this shit inside a motherfucking body bag
Niggas tryna rock with me I show 'em where the copies at
Got me going crazy wonder when they finna sign me at
Been up in the studio I’m turning to insomniac
It’s the same old game where I push my luck
New wrist got sprained iced out like fuck
I ball my game flexed out and one
They can’t be me y’all can’t keep up

[Verse 2]
How many records it take, making like twenty a day
Over and over until I feel like I’m blowing again
Then I'ma do it again, told me I’ll never be great
Pen is all over the paper scribbling all of these things
Far as my eyes can see, they steady trying me
'Boutta boil over got 'em salty I’m tryna be
Killing 'em silently, figured that I would be
The number one contender so I feel like they timing me
I ain’t ever been a bitch about it back on my grind
It’s hard for me to even say the shit that’s been on my mind
'Cause all I really wanna do is spit these raps and get dimes
They tryna put me in a box I promise I’m finna slide
I’m 'boutta weather the weather, make it rain with the cheddar
Tryna bite the flow, but you ain’t even making it better
I'ma show you what the team been all about we up forever
You ain’t in the conversation better step out that’s forever

[Chorus]
Had to go and put this shit inside a motherfucking body bag
Niggas tryna rock with me I show 'em where the copies at
Got me going crazy wonder when they finna sign me at
Been up in the studio I’m turning to insomniac
It’s the same old game where I push my luck
New wrist got sprained iced out like fuck
I ball my game flexed out and one
They can’t be me y’all can’t keep up
Had to go and put this shit inside a motherfucking body bag
Niggas tryna rock with me I show 'em where the copies at
Got me going crazy wonder when they finna sign me at
Been up in the studio I’m turning to insomniac
It’s the same old game where I push my luck
New wrist got sprained iced out like fuck
I ball my game flexed out and one
They can’t be me y’all can’t keep up