Okay, why would I be mad
Went and threw my heart inside a duffel bag
Carry on my back, feel like a heavy mag
Yeah, they shootin' out my heart, I let the bullets pass
Now my shit is tougher than some plexiglass
Folded in a napkin, passin' through the glass
Ain't no point in runnin' cuz I'm on your ass
Can't even say that I'm sorry, so I just say my bad
Damn, I got all this cash
Can't even put a price on you, so I say f*ck the tag
I just hope that you not fakin' with Jim Carrey mask
Hangin' with my dawgs, you know we stay attached
Hope you never leave, that might just make me crash
And you so fine, and I don't wanna move too fast