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In My Bag
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Umars Soundz
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(It's 1st Born, baby) Look Had it in a JD bag, f**k a duffel yeah, yeah We just broke down the pack, now we going through the rubble, yeah Dressing in comfy sh*t, I keep it so subtle yeah More time in a tracksuit in the booth, I gotta couple I say how it is This ain't blues clues, some people are giving the blues clues I'm staying focused, the paper is piling, I'm going through the years worth of postal I'm always around, man I'm local See the same faces, no socials They said you gotta hit me with the vocals I told her pipe, and I'm always solo She's in a nightgown, I'm wearing Polo like I play polo She's looking fabulous, told her I'm low so I got the funds but nah I ain't Kojo She's taking 3 stripes, no Adidas, this is coco, yeah, And when I say coco, I do not mean any Coco Chanel I get me a packet and break with my friends I do it again and again and again I've got me some curses but blessings are sent I've got me some real ones that sit in the pen So everyday I gotta get me a pen I write a sixteen and I write to my friends, yeah Pay him a visit, I step into to hell I pay him a visit, I step into to hell Had it all on a line, lost all hope Broke down a pack, now I'm counting loads Hard times, you don't see no one Bro ain't home till the reload's done Look at the wrist, stepped in young, rich and lit I'm loving the groupies Step on Sloane I'm loving the Gucci Brand new wap, I'm loving the new piece Had it in a JD bag, f**k a duffel yeah, yeah We just broke down the pack, now we going through the rubble, yeah Dressing in comfy sh*t, I keep it so subtle yeah More time in a tracksuit in the booth, I gotta couple up yeah I don't need no help (None) You can see yourself Look at the kid, my diamonds lit, and my trap speaks for itself And I heard they're stuck on the block (Broke) My cuban's flooded with rocks (Diamonds) I never had p*ss, had to take a risk Hit stoves and f**k up a pot I lost all hope, then I got rich Talking money? Count me in I feel myself, can't help but smile Last month I counted a hundred quid She's up in Gucci, I'm in the bando I break a pack and feel like Pablo Don't ask me what is my angle? I'm busy whipping a brick in my sandals I got no love, in the streets there ain't no hugs I went hard as a little yute And nuttin's changed, now I've grown up 'Dem old n***as talk old sh*t But Slim ain't into the politics I like cute ones with a pretty face and getting top in a foreign whip Tell me suttin' I don't know (Just tell me) If they ain't on it then Slim's doin' it solo (On my own) They talk a lot but that trap phone is so slow (Dead) I call that 'no hope' (None) I used to wear Polo, now it's Louis V Can't call my phone for a two of each, I'm gone Had it all on a line, lost all hope Broke down a pack, now I'm counting loads Hard times, you don't see no one Bro ain't home till the reload's done Look at the wrist, stepped in young, rich and lit I'm loving the groupies Step on Sloane and I'm loving the Gucci Brand new wap, I'm loving the new piece Had it in a JD bag, f**k a duffel yeah, yeah We just broke down the pack, now we going through the rubble, yeah Dressing in comfy sh*t, I keep it so subtle yeah More time in a tracksuit in the booth, I gotta couple up yeah Had it in a JD bag, f**k a duffel yeah We just broke down the pack, now we going through the rubble, yeah Dressing in comfy sh*t, I keep it so subtle yeah (Subtle) More time in a tracksuit in the booth, I gotta couple up yeah
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