In the Bag

[Hook] Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag Open up and peep what I brought back Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled To the brim. Just peep what's in my napsack Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag Open up and peep what I brought back Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled To the brim. Just peep what's in my napsack [Verse 1] I make something out of nothing. Call me Jesus A tall proud heretic, damn behemoth And I stand in these jeans with creases Don't blame me; blame the god-damn Levi's genius These 501’s are the uniform Keep me mythically invisible - a unicorn Nope you can't see me chilling on the deans list With the A.P. classes. Y'all still C.P To college preps I'm a graduate Put my diploma on a t-shirt to laugh a bit Bachelors in rap tactics: I mastered it Put on my seat belt, and I fastened it Cause I ride that beat like a fucking big wheel Big deal. I throw back like a spree wheel Spinning all around like a fucking wind mill I’m conscious of the sickness; I know I’ve been ill [Hook] Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag Open up and peep what I brought back Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled To the brim. Just peep what's in my napsack Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag Open up and peep what I brought back Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled To the brim. Just peep what's in my napsack [Verse 2] I'm no backpacker. More like a carpet bagger Peel off new constituents. Peep my swagger And I'm not talking Old Spice. This is my right To passage. Wreck mics till they call me average Meal ticket gets ripped: an orphaned bastard But I promise that day will never come to pass I can run too fast, and my pace is awkward You’re a great white, homie? We’re a pack of dolphins Stay tight knit like an emo sweater Don't need no beef. E' knows better Don't need your hype. Just need the mic Beefing with you is like riding on a seatless bike It's useless. My true fans boost my music So when you see me out just chuck the duces When you drink a jazzer, go dumb, you doofus Till the line gets blurred and your dreams are lucid [Hook] Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag Open up and peep what I brought back Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled To the brim. Just peep what's in my napsack Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag Open up and peep what I brought back Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled To the brim. Just peep what's in my napsack [Verse 3] Yeah, I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes — shoes Okay they’re rhinestones, but they look cool I am more fresh than Paul Simon I am so bent, yet I’m rhyming Freestyling to any beat that comes on Daft Punk, James Brown: I don’t give a fuck White Boss, speak proper, spit so fly Been waiting to talk shit since Ready To Die Since Ready To Die, I’ve been ready to fly Uncle Chris spits slick, so I mimic the guy And I’m a Wallace myself, so I polish the [?] Chasing the dream, so it seems that I follow the wealth Yeah I diminish my health, but the vices keep me writing Drunk verses shock me, so I call my pen “Lightning" Yuck. Yes, the lyrics get frightening Freddy Kruger letter head. Never sleep lightly [Hook] Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag Open up and peep what I brought back Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled To the brim. Just peep what's in my napsack Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag Open up and peep what I brought back Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled To the brim. Just peep what's in my napsack