Back to the bag suede lyrics

[verse]
she could never get enough if she love me
i could never get enough of this money
n+gga like me get cheese like chucky
she said i’m cute but my life is ugly
i be trippin, i be trippin, i be trippin
knowing that’s my b+tch she will tell y’all i live different
like 777 i’m winning
i was in jail now i’m still getting more chicken
y’all n+ggas ain’t bout that life
geeked up y’all never been this high
i was in my room making blues all that spice
everything i do y’all gon think about it twice
i’ll be lying if i say i don’t hate
i hate lames, i hate n+ggas b+tch made
i’m back to the bag just came out the other day
they forgot about a kid when i was eating cold trays
they thought i was gon come out different b+tch i’m still the same
everybody tryna show me love but i know its fake
i remember tryna call, you went m.i.a
they want to put me in the grave so i don’t see no fame
i’m back, i’m back, i’m back, $uede back
ima hit it from the back i hope she doesn’t get attached
no cap, no cap, no cap, no cap
n+ggas don’t cap when a young n+gga raps
still at the block still sippin henny
i love money, i need it all, i need every penny
sh+t get ugly for a bag n+gga ugly betty
i just came out and feel the pressure n+ggas wasn’t ready
that’s on god
these b+tches treating me like i’m god
n+ggas be on my sh+t cause i be f+cking on they broads
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas they ain’t on what i’m on
dead homies, they ain’t on what i’m on
that’s your wife but o me she a one night stand
the b+tch you wanna have that’s the b+tch we just ran
i was fresh out with like 2 guns they like $uede boy you too much
they wanna see me dead but they won’t do nun
n+gga barely got released why you got a gun on your waist line
free my n+ggas eating soup up in wasteside
you don’t live this life like i do
i ain’t ever by my lonely when i slide through
i’m back, i’m back, i’m back, $uede back
ima hit it from the back i hope she doesn’t get attached
no cap, no cap, no cap, no cap
n+ggas don’t cap when a young n+gga raps

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Eddy

2y↑137

I said I changed, but ain't no angel, ain't no saint
Came out of county, planned a lick the next day
Struggle had me lost, had a nigga losin' faith
I was in my cell prayin', but when I was out, wouldn't pray
I know that I ain't shit, baby, you ain't gotta stay
I know I'm hardheaded and I'm stuck up in my ways
She gon' tell you that she love you, but that love gon' probably fade
They gon' smile when you close, but when they far, they gon' hate
Been the realest from the start, and I'll continue 'til the end
Always got nothin' but F's, but right now I'm tryna get M's
I be itchin' for a bag, for a bag, I'ma sin
Like I don't learn my lesson 'cause here I go again
My nigga was frеsh out, but he a fool, he back in
Told my nigga 'bout a plot, he was quick to tap in
Wе some motherfuckin' fools tryna bring them racks in
$UEDE, you need to chill, boy, you need some damn sense
You'd probably understand if I told you 'bout my life
You wouldn't even know all the pain I feel inside
'Member almost dyin' at seventeen sniffin' lines
Ain't nobody perfect, you got problems, I got mine
One day, we gon' leave, one day, we gon' die
'Member in that casket, ain't nobody by your side
If I get rich but don't get fame, I wouldn't mind
Care about the guap, never care about no likes
Free my nigga Poloh, just put money on his books
Bitch, I'm only out on bail, I would've been up in them bunks
First day out, link with shorty and I fuck
Second day, hit the plug for the drugs
Why the fuck would I change if I'm up?
In the stu' sippin' Henny, I be buzzed
I was down for a minute, I was stuck
Niggas mad I don't bang, but the hood show me love
Expensive belt, but I still sag
Nigga, in my city, niggas kill rats
HP South Central where the real at
I'm tryna pull up to my people like, "Where the bills at?"
Tryna fill the fridge up, put food on the table
But my mind on this money, got no time to save hoes
Bitch, I got an open case, they say I gotta lay low
If you don't know why I went in, nigga, for a bankroll
I'm just happy that I'm out, back to the bag
Bitch, I'm back on the road tryna touch stacks
Nigga, you should join a sport, stop tryna rap
Niggas talkin' 'bout the trap, but they ain't sold sacks