Termanology - Bag It Up Lyrics

I see myself as a king, living on a white cloud
Don't be these chains or these rings I take em off right now
Let me explain a couple things about my town
It's poor education that they giving to my child
Riding round luxury vehicles would appear too
They sleep on you til you in Gavinci in cathedrals
Mention me with the greatest I'm g-o-d to you
But you ain't a g if there's OD in you
Sell the drugs don't get hooked unto em
The slums got no love they scheme all throuh em
Sippin brown fluid we moving around stupid
I do your lil verse when I get around to it
Y'll be acting bold, you could get smacked or stole
Screaming out gang gang, but you ain't active though
Facts or no, you little boys got a plastic so, better off shooting yourself go Plaxico
I stack my dough do it for the passion through
Just a habit watch the package grow
You could track it though
Neck full a fake jewels you ain't got have the glow
Summertime outside we still staring at the snow

Break it down
Bag it up
Make my rounds
Add it up
Homie f*cked up the pack
He got me mad as f*ck
Break it down
Bag it up
Make my rounds
Add it up
This nigga messed up the pack
He got me mad as f*ck
Break it down
Bag it up
Make my rounds
Add it up
You see this thing on my side homie she bad as f*ck
Break it down
Bag it up
Make my rounds
Add it up

You could a been one too
Why you mad at us
We hit the pain with the change we accounted from it
But we couldn't wash the blood stains out the hundreds
When Evie ran off we was down a hundred
I still cook it how you want it
I work around your budget
We was moving powder out in public
My plug pull up smiling in a white brown with a mountain of it
We get them in and ship em out in dozens
We see em poppin now I'm buzzin
All a sudden I got a thousand cousins
My old bitches tell me how to bug it
Cause now I'm f*ckin models cute but they swallow don't need to borrow nothing
Nigga we vets with medals, Trump to suck a dick
Dem elections never affected ghetto
I been to hell and back and met the devil
Life cruel you know the type rules
You good if you less successful
This for mothers with innocent kids, lifers on innocent bids
I'm from a city where villains can live
I be wit shooters in my straps still poppin
I got my loot up in the trenches had a trap held hostage
Tell white bitches in the trunk got the back wheel wobblin
Nigga that's more cougars than a Maxwell concert

Break it down
Bag it up
Make my rounds
Add it up
Homie f*cked up the pack
He got me mad as f*ck
Break it down
Bag it up
Make my rounds
Add it up