Back Lit

Uh, uh

Yeah, yeah

Oh, oh

Yeah, yeah

Oh my God, Ronny

If you ain't tryna get no paper, then stay the fuck from 'round me

Bought a brand new Bentley, sent the pictures to the county

I don't want no friends, evidently I just want the cash

I been shittin' on these **** bad, got these **** mad

She want Prada, she want new Chanel, she ain't cheap

She want Louis V, she want Gallery, Van Cleef

What you know about it? I ain't know about it till you told me

Spend that shit, know I spend that shit, you don't owe me

Look, and I been had my stripes (Yeah, yeah)

I've been thuggin' all my life (Yeah, yeah)

I've been hustlin' all my life (Yeah, yeah)

I've been druggin' all my life

I've been chasin' after that paper (Yeah, yeah)

Runnin' all my life

Runnin' all my life, yeah (I been runnin')

Okay, I've been gettin' paid every way, tryna get it right (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I just hit the stage forty days and forty nights

Tired for real, grindin' for real (Yeah, yeah)

They say his heart is broken, but his mind on them M's

Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay

Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay (Ah, ah, okay)

Get out your feelings and get in your bag (Yeah, yeah)

Get out your feelings and get you a bag (Yeah, yeah)

Get out your feelings and go get the bag

Get out your feelings and—

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

Get out your feelings and get you a bag

Get out your feelings and run up a bag

Got out my feelings and got in my bag

Got in my— I'm back in my bag (I'm back in my bag)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Back in my bag

Uh, uh, back in my bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Back in my back (Yeah, yeah)

Back in my bag

And ****, I'm so for real, ****, this growth for real (For real)

I won't say I'm finally healed, but ****, I'm tryna heal (Yeah)

I just pulled up on my **** Jigga like, "Brother we them **** for real" (For real, brother)

I got fifty million for real (For real, brother)

We come out the trenches for real (Yeah, brother)

Fuck keepin' tabs on a bitch, fuck how these ****'ll feel (How they feel, yeah)

Just jumped off the jet on the way to the fight, we out here livin' for real (Yeah, yeah)

Thank God for my freedom and my life, wish all my **** was here (Free my brother)

For my **** TWeezie, I roll one twice and I crack a seal

Okay, I've been gettin' paid every way, tryna get it right (Yeah, yeah)

I just hit the stage forty days and forty nights (Yeah, yeah)

Tired for real, grindin' for real (Say, tired. Bitch, I grind)

They say his heart is broken, but his mind on them M's (Oh, it's on my mind)

Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay (My, my bag, my bag, okay)

Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay (Okay, okay, okay, okay)

Get out your feelings and get in your bag (Yeah, yeah)

Get out your feelings and get you a bag (Go get it)

Get out your feelings and go get a bag

Get out your feelings and—

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

Get out your feelings and get you a bag

Get out your feelings and run up a bag

Got out my feelings and got in my bag

Got in my— I'm back in my bag