Bag Lyrics by SonReal
Left, right, left, right, always see a marchin’
See my swag, yeah, I got it from target
Been in the red, still turn profit
Hyped up, no jet lag, yeah, I’m in my bag
Yeah, I’m in my, yeah, I’m in my bag
Yeah, I’m in my, yeah, I’m in my bag
No leg, all in space, what, what now?
Every time I throw a damn arena with the trucks down
Gotta cook a piece for the wrist, no bust down
Packed house, sing a whole nothin’, say, calm down
I ain’t homophobic, I don’t ever say pause
Every time they hear me comin’, cue the music from y’all
Just like Nicky 9, I been knockin’ on doors
No job, too small, no risk, no reward
Label drop me back at 17, I said, say less
Why would I let you all mourn, get paid less
Battin’ on me now, ain’t a secret, cause it ain’t tapped
Like Drake playin’ on steak, that’s a safe bet
Left, right, left, right, always see a marchin’
See my swag, yeah, I got it from target
Been in the red, still turn profit
Hyped up, no jet lag, yeah, I’m in my bag
Yeah, I’m in my, yeah, I’m in my bag
Yeah, I’m in my, yeah, I’m in my bag
Lampers on tour, and they stackin’ all the funds (why)
They on all your music, and you tourin’ just to get by
Do the Macarena, shoot me down with me one time
I hear humors, I ain’t never been a numpire
Chips stackin’, you can still find me at a Dollarama
Cleanin’ out the hard drive, I don’t need no Armahammer
I don’t need a Grammy, man, I’d rather go and call my grandma
This line for a right here
Left, right, left, right, always see a marchin’
See my swag, yeah, I got it from target
Been in the red, still turn profit
Hyped up, no jet lag, yeah, I’m in my bag
Yeah, I’m in my, yeah, I’m in my bag
Yeah, I’m in my, yeah, I’m in my bag
We go, boy, it’s honest work, J Laker, what’s up, man?
I’m literally doin’ whatever I wanna do right now
Whether I wanna sit down with a guitar and go pour my heart out
Do a funk song or go crazy on a rap record
There’s no right or wrong way, man, there’s only my way
