LilAce - Bag Coming In

Trying to be patient
(Hoop made it so you gotta listen)
Lil Ace
I been trying to stay patient my nigga
But don’t nobody know what I’m going through
But still you know success is on deck, we ain’t stressed
Cause it’s one thing that I always knew
That I would have the bag coming in
Gotta get it on my own, fuck a friend
Yeah, we got the bag coming in
And ima keep getting money while you trying to chase a Benz
Big money operator, lots of plugs and connections
I don’t rock shit from Zumies but niggas still young and reckless
Not the type to be all in niggas sections or they guest list
I’m working my job, writing these rhymes trying to make a exit
Put up big numbers like James Harden, catch my jargon
Just like Nas, it ain’t hard to tell Lil Ace a problem
Prophecizing on the big bread, ima get big fed
Laying in the mansion on the big bed, getting big head
Made dollars and getting more, yeah it only make sense
But we ain’t doing no handouts my nigga, I swear you got me bent
That broke shit took a toll, but I told you ima survive
Keep a bankroll and a glock by my side when I ride
It’s about more than your pride, gotta swallow that shit
Like a freaky lil hoe, that’s a whole nympho for the dick
Cash deposits and shit, I’m trying to Range Rover my whip
I’m like sonic the hedgehog, I sprint to the coins and I dip
I been trying to stay patient my nigga
But don’t nobody know what I’m going through
But still you know success is on deck, we ain’t stressed
Cause it’s one thing that I always knew
That I would have the bag coming in
Gotta get it on my own, fuck a friend
Yeah, we got the bag coming in
And ima keep getting money while you trying to chase a Benz
And I don’t really need no new friends
The more time you waste that’s less money to spend
Niggas a claim they love you but don’t wanna see you win
When the money gone again, that’s when they start playing pretend
Ace been a real one since way back when
Might be the illest in the 7 cities with this pen
I stayed ten toes down, now we going up once again
I take a bag of the loud and blow it down in the wind, hey
It’s a lot of shit a nigga probably could say
But ima keep talking bout profit cause I love it baby
And ain’t a soul on planet Earth that’s finna stop it baby
Keep a pocket rocket for any type of lil conflict baby
And that’s on me, no lies being told
My money strong like me, that motherfucker can’t fold
Just stacking up the paper til I get me a whole load
I need investments over loans, fuck your clothes and your clothes bitch
I been trying to stay patient my nigga
But don’t nobody know what I’m going through
But still you know success is on deck, we ain’t stressed
Cause it’s one thing that I always knew
That I would have the bag coming in
Gotta get it on my own, fuck a friend
Yeah we got the bag coming in
And ima keep getting money while you trying to chase a Benz
Bag coming, bag coming in nigga
Big bag
Type of bags coming in, whoa

Written by:
Markeem Watson

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