Duffel Bag

Love and happiness
 I don't know the difference
 What is the difference
 You tell me
 Something that can make you do wrong
 Make you do right
 Cold game
 I just been living out a duffel bag
 What the fuck do I know
 That's real life
 Gotta do what you gotta do
 I been on the road for weeks just living out a duffel bag
 Last man standing
 Competition had enough of that
 Please don't get it twisted
 All my shit got leather and wood
 Even in a quarantine
 Ya boy eating good
 Out this duffel bag
 When I'm done there ain't gon be no sequel
 There will be no equal
 So I'm out here gotta hustle hard
 I do it for my people
 Say you're born alone
 You die alone
 My closest friend's my microphone
 Feeling like it's attack of the clones
 But that's the shit that y'all be on
 I don't know what y'all be on but I been on my own shit
 I been out here on the road
 I been on some grown shit
 From city to city
 To state to state
 Gotta hustle enough
 To fill my plate
 If that ain't enough
 I wait in the cut
 Cause you can get touched
 But I'm gon be straight
 I been on the road for weeks just living out a duffel bag
 Last man standing
 Competition had enough of that
 Please don't get it twisted
 All my shit got leather and wood
 Even in a quarantine
 Ya boy eating good
 Out this duffel bag
 I been on the road
 Same story differently told
 Same clothes but different shows
 Same bro's but different hoes
 Cause hoes get put on hold
 When I'm going for the gold
 The hustle never gets old
 We just out here reaching goals
 The future we trying to mold
 So I play my hand can't fold
 When will I be back home
 Shit I will never know
 I'm gon make it
 Face it
 That's all eyes nose
 Even in the quarantine
 I just grab my bag and go
 Let's hit the road
 I been on the road for weeks just living out a duffel bag
 Last man standing
 Competition had enough of that
 Please don't get it twisted
 All my shit got leather and wood
 Even in a quarantine
 Ya boy eating good
 Out this duffel bag
 I gotta keep it moving
 Gotta ride
 But only if we riding woodgrain and rawhide
 Blowing big smoke
 Rolling down i5
 Window cracked
 Seat back
 Whip on autopilot
 Yeah I'm a long way from home
 Can't reach me on the phone
 Yeah I'm a Rolling Stone
 Where I hustle is my home
 Gon and throw ya dog a bone
 Yeah I been in my zone
 When all is said and done
 I'm coming home to the throne
 I been on the road for weeks just living out a duffel bag
 Last man standing
 Competition had enough of that
 Please don't get it twisted
 All my shit got leather and wood
 Even in a quarantine
 Ya boy eating good
 Out this duffel bag