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Sometimes you gotta lose yourself to find yourself again Welcome back, Marlanna One for the money and one for the homies I move with respect, I don't need nothing on me The father made way for me, feel just like Bronny I got my look back, look, my blessings, they on me They reign and they rain, yeah, you see how I'm coming Pop-pop-pop-pop off, it sound like we drummin' I reach all my goals like my nephew be dunkin' Back on the rims, ridin' on rims Came in all black to dat, I came back, back-to-back Backed up my ass to that, reppin' North Cackalack Feel like a Cadillac, nothin' but classics Never been average, never been, uh Avirex on me, I'm tougher than homie Gervonta The fight is my mantra, I want it, I will Get you a will, they carryin' steel We fightin' to live, my nigga, it's hard I'm back in my bag I'm back in my bag on God The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci I'm back in my bag I'm back in my bag on God The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci Letras de canciones Back in my duffle, don't fear no opponent You know I'm gon' hustle like rubber band on it Countin' my blessings, I'm laughin' like Jonah You don't wish me well, I guess you don't know me God walk these nigga like Malcolm in Saudi That's word to my mama, tatted on my body My left arm, they ain't left arm They still doin' harm Bodies on bodies Cried over Malcolm, I cried over Dolphin I'm cryin' for Nipsey, been feelin' like Lauryn Carry the cross, got the sun in my eyes Groom for this, I ain't meant to be no bride Unmarried, but I know you still feel obliged Bounce on these nigga, I learned from Sanaa Back in my bag, and it's big as a duffle With blessings on blessings, I came through the struggle I'm back I'm back in my bag I'm back in my bag on God The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci I'm back in my bag I'm back in my bag on God Yeah, yeah The duffle, the Louie, the Telfar, the Gucci I came through the rain, and I came through the thunder I push through the pain, I'm laughin' at summer My hell was way hotter, I feel like Assata Escape with my truth, I came back like Nirvana Road is all rocky, it's nothing, I reup Go back-to-back, baby, can't no one here see us Stomach it all till I look like Aaliyah Went back and forth, forth and back, just like a cornerback Yeah, yeah You nigga got heaux veins, I respect Hovain Tell 'em get low mane Bullets is flyin' high, I give 'em lo mein Food for thought, cocaine color the whip Culinary on my wrist Cookin' you, I ain't forgot what you did State of it all eventually falls Frequency, this is the shift I'm home I'm back in my bag I'm back in my bag on God The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci I'm back in my bag I'm back in my bag on God The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci I'm back in my bag I'm back in my bag on God The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci I'm back in my bag I'm back in my bag on God The duffle, the Louis, the Telfar, the Gucci From Letras Mania