Duffel

I've been ballin' like I'm Steph, like Shep above the rim

I been ballin' with no ref, sidestep, shoot it again

I been ballin' like this since my rookie year, 2010

Like Brooke and Robin Lopez, I won a ring with my twin

I stopped totin' Pro Mags and I bought me a F&N

Made the news my F&N, started totin' another gen

Pandemic, I went Urus then went Cullinan

Riding OT like a tourist in a fuckin' Benz

Put me on that spreadsheet and I excel

Every time they had me, I made bail, ain't see no jail

Talked to God, He already showed me I can't fail

Told him sorry for all them nights I grabbed my rod and let off shells

Investigations led to more frustration, knowin' I can't tell

Word to my granny, Willie Bell, I used to pitch at wishing wells

How I'm gon' get sent to hell? I feel I already went to hell

I send Benjamins through mail, don't nobody call or wish me well

Reminiscing, I be trippin' thinkin' about that kitchen smell

First degree, how he back free next week? The streets gettin' fishy as hell

Was still a teen, caught a play for 50 G's, bought a V and chucked my L's

I couldn't ride it through my hood no more 'cause somebody got nailed

We used to burn they block, couldn't turn they block 'cause somebody gon' yell

We used to stand over **** and let off shots till his body turned pale

We used to see them lights and leave the cops 'cause the hot car gotta v12

All my aunts was stirring up drama, wouldn't stop calling my mama cell

They ain't know I was gon' prevail, huh? Huh?

Made the cover of XXL, huh, huh

Used to be posted up with Rell, huh, huh

He told me I was the best rapper alive way back in 2012, huh

Now I got a big old duffel bag

Bag so big I need my cousins and my brothers with some muscles to drag

G Herbo finally rich as fuck with his lil' hustlin' ass

He don't do no fightin', he don't do no tusslin', a **** touch him and blast

I be wanting to show you **** M's cash but that ain't even me

I'm still a humble beast

M's getting made, that shit getting spent

Getting saved

Shit getting dispersed on payroll

Distributed, whatever you wanna call it, man

Still working, still grinding

I'm right back at it full mode

But this time I ain't never taking my foot off the gas

I'm on you ****' ass all the way, man, no homo

For real, no bap

I'm just a lil' duffel bag boy off 79th

79th and Essex to be exact, man

Eastside Chiraq, Terror Town, no limit, big no lim—