Jakob Owens - Back In My Bag lyrics

[Intro: Packy] Hello I'm Packy I'm here doing the One Take being blessed [Verse 1: Packy] Yeah, uh On my J. Cole warm up flow I pay homage Y'all can't afford us tho Boil out like a donut hole My sh**s sweet huh? k** a beat Put it 6 feat better dig deep if you want bars with me Y'all should work I should be where the party be I don't gotta rap better cuz' I'm already me Still I'm in the booth putting R-E-P-S in Got enough heat now to f** y'all seasons Keep y'all reasons, Duck y'all office Old heads hate, Better cuff y'all daughters Back in my bag with it They mad with it Kids from the city got hope cuz' Pack did it We on the road Got dough And a bad chick Ol' girls on my line tell 'em as if Been there, done that, bad biz On the new sh** Got a bunch of hits like the New Kids I just sunk y'all ship You got loose lips I'm in your mouth so much you need toothpicks Barely laughing at it Only time you keep it a hundred, Is when you batting average I got big plans Came in the game gunning like a six man Y'all running in quicksand , I can't save ya Look at the pimp hand , I'm that player Talking all that jazz , I'm a sax player Name a state in the country , I'm a tax payer We movin' Yeah, uh I won't slow down not a Young prodigy that don't rock Prada I don't ride the wave, I wave the wand And I reveal all the weak a** rap like Voila There it is Here I go In a better place than I was just a year ago Caught up in the light, People thought it was a miracle Now I realize that the flow is just a vehicle Vroom, Vroom Straight to the dome of the kid with the dream And a pen and some headphones All I ever did was work for it Lot of people thought it, I found the words for it Y'all can't hate this Last of the real and the damn thing switched Flip-flop hoes I don't handshake with Bout'that life, Imma campaign sh** God made me the man, but the man made this Yeah One take