Blade Brown - Intro (Bags and Boxes 3) lyrics

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Blade Brown - Intro (Bags and Boxes 3) lyrics

[Intro: Mykal Million] Uh-huh Yeah, you know who it is And you know what it is Bags And Boxes 3 I mean Blade... We made that trilogy innit Not a lot of artists can get there So with saying that The trap game will be televised Imagine my life in scales Aye yo Blade, let's go... [Blade Brown] If my scales could talk, they'll say can I take the day off Cover me with booge, he ain't even wiped the yay off Put me on an uneven surface, I do it way off If it ain't that 10/10 [?] Stay off (Where you been n***a...) I've been buying birds Look after the trap line will be my dying words x2 Look after the trap line will be my final statement Food is in the attic, .45 that's in the basement Just make sure you carry on And if I die don't cry for me n***a, go put the bally on Yeah, this is trap life 101 Your phone ain't banging if they call you for a 1 on 1 Send a right page I'll make the runner come It's winter grind season, now the summer's done And all these new money n***as n***as new money You wouldn't act like that if you knew money Yeah, nah these n***as, they don't know money f** a new money n***a, I'm talking old money These n***as acting crazy with their show money I was in Totty with B dubble getting that sho money They say slow money, better than no money But why they flash their little racks tryna show money I've got investments, I've got businesses Five figures in a day, I've got witnesses Yeah we buy and sell And we sell and buy I cook it wet But I sell it dry The realest n***a, I'm a tell em why I think your favourite rapper, he's been telling lies Yeah, these rappers lie, and I'm a tell em twice The trap revolution will be televised Yeah I've been through the highs and lows Where I cop the same colour in the highs and lows Got some trap money that I hide in gold Got a dope yard n***a just to hide them o's And everybody knows that my tape is the truth Swear it sounds like a n***a's wearing flake in the booth 700 every time I'm lacing my boots When I reload n***a ain't no space in the coupe