NESDuffle Bag

Imma talk to him nice, polite, with respect
Uh, yeah
Got all these baggies, they must think I trap man
Feds wanna stop a swagged out black man

Imma put my mask on, imma get a butler
Imma be a black man, Batman
And I got a cat woman, but this ain't the Simpsons
When I talk they listen, eyes closed, vision, visions, visions

I think they smell the shit, we been cooking in the kitchen
They ain't got no flavors, they don't know the season is
Feeling like doobman, yeah I got the seasoning
Summertime, summertime, springtime, wintertime, autumn

Had to kill thе game, you should see the post mortem
I need a NESduffеl bag, fill it with a couple racks
This is just a warm up, I need a hot tub and a tour bus
Bitches wouldn't love me if I wasn't on the chorus

Sorry lads

And she knows she lost without me
She can't help herself, the trap's feeling real
I need your love girl, I need to smoke too

Yeah, it says, yeah

You see I'm venting on the mic, I'm giving you my truth
Clean with my words, so why they label me a brute
I'm handsome in the face, so you know I pick and choose

Saying that they miss me, I'm still trying to find my screws
See these ladies love us, taking pictures in our section
Stroking on my bed, I'm a slut, I love affection
Told her back it up, what God gave her is a blessing

Touching on my jeans, Not my dick babe that's my weapon
Got it for protection, can't have my heart
But this work'll ease the tension
Fuck the tit we grown, tell a nigga go all in

Biting on my ear, she like Tyson in the ring
Eze is my name in my language it means king
Playing Tekken with my demons, feeling like I'm Jin
Saying all these prayers need a band cause I will sin

Same time system wanna do me for my skin
But it ain't nothing, channel energy within me
Asking for my sign, baby girl you acting silly
Had been on the streets, got my heart, this shit was chilly

Running to the money
If you get it then you feel me
Nothing but the real me

Nothing but the real me
You feel me
Made a book before they booked us
Had to pave the way before the roads took us

They never understood how they tryna overlook us
The mob goes deep, never moving like the shook ones
They ain't ever stand out cause we the ones who stood up
Only one rule, no shoulda, coulda, wouldas

Put it on paper, then drop it at paper
So much paper, had to rake it
Showing you the power of this manifestation
Showing you my words have got some ramifications

Turn off all distractions, no notifications
Tunnel vision focus, focus on myself
Born with my identity, feel like Matt Damon
I tell them hold on, you gon' miss me when I'm famous

Like Liam neeson kneeling and engaging
She gon' miss when I'm taken

And she knows she lost without me
She can't help herself

The trap's feeling real
I need your love girl
I need to smoke too
I need to smoke too