BACK TO THE BAG

(Damn, Callan, you gettin' guap)
 I said I changed, but ain't no angel, ain't no saint
 Came out of county, planned a lick the next day
 Struggle had me lost, had a nigga losin' faith
 I was in my cell prayin', but when I was out, wouldn't pray
 I know that I ain't shit, baby, you ain't gotta stay
 I know I'm hardheaded, and I'm stuck up in my ways
 She gon' tell you that she love you, but that love gon' probably fade
 They gon' smile when you close, but when they far, they gon' hate
 Been the realest from the start, and I'll continue 'til the end
 Always got nothin' but F's, but right now I'm tryna get M's
 I be itchin' for a bag, for a bag, I'ma sin
 Like I don't learn my lesson 'cause here I go again
 My nigga was fresh out, but he a fool, he back in
 Told my nigga 'bout a plot, he was quick to tap in
 We some motherfuckin' fools tryna bring them racks in
 $UEDE, you need to chill, boy, you need some damn sense
 You'd probably understand if I told you 'bout my life
 You wouldn't even know all the pain I feel inside
 'Member almost dyin' at seventeen sniffin' lines
 Ain't nobody perfect, you got problems, I got mine
 One day, we gon' leave, one day, we gon' die
 'Member in that casket, ain't nobody by your side
 If I get rich but don't get fame, I wouldn't mind
 Care about the guap, never care about no likes
 Free my nigga Poloh, just put money on his books
 Bitch, I'm only out on bail, I would've been up in them bunks
 First day out, link with shorty and I fuck
 Second day, hit the plug for the drugs
 Why the fuck would I change if I'm up?
 In the stu' sippin' Henny, I be buzzed
 I was down for a minute, I was stuck
 Niggas mad I don't bang, but the hood show me love
 Expensive belt, but I still sag
 Nigga, in my city, niggas kill rats
 HP South Central where the real at
 I'm tryna pull up to my people like, "Where the bills at?"
 Tryna fill the fridge up, put food on the table
 But my mind on this money, got no time to save hoes
 Bitch, I got an open case, they say I gotta lay low
 If you don't know why I went in, nigga, for a bankroll
 I'm just happy that I'm out, back to the bag
 Bitch, I'm back on the road tryna touch stacks
 Nigga, you should join a sport, stop tryna rap
 Niggas talkin' 'bout the trap, but they ain't sold sacks