Schoolboy Q - In the Bag lyrics

[Skit: Mac Miller & Domo Genesis] Driving in my car, Sunday afternoon, chillin' Who is coming up to my car? What? I know n***as think you white and you not bout to go in with these bars My n***a, but that is not the truth Word to God I take another shot of Hennessy If you don't go in right now and meet your fate right now, bruh What the fu... [Intro] Okay, okay Yeah, the hustle continues, man Okay, okay (You's a wild motherf**er, Mac) [Hook] So this the music that made white people mad Yeah, this the sh** to blow your speakers out This the sh** you dream about You can know the world is up for grabs Leave with everything cause everything is in the bag [Verse 1] When I was younger, I was just a little wild motherf**er Tryna be like all the people on television They had all the b**hes that I wanted, all the cars and all the extras Anything money could buy, they was spending millions I was tryna get to pimping, I was tryna blow up talking demolition That boy got the devil in him, swear he need an exorcism I'm all by myself, got no competition Keep it real in a world that's filled with politicians You want to talk about your problems Don't you wish the life you lived was motherf**ing awesome Don't you wish you had all the p**y, too much money you could spend You could get away and never see your sh**ty life again [Hook] So this the music that made white people mad Yeah, this the sh** to blow your speakers out This the sh** you dream about You can know the world is up for grabs Leave with everything cause everything is in the bag [Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q] We never done with this sh** Here we come with that sh** I ain't stressing, I ain't worried bout nothing, don't trip It's amazing all the sh** that I be coming up with sh** is real, tell 'em chill Keep on bumping my sh** [Verse 2] All my life I been a f** up, never did anything right That's why everyday I'm f**ed up Momma pray to Jesus Christ (Jesus Christ) Asking somebody to save me (Somebody save that boy) But I'm way too motherf**ing crazy (No one can save that boy) All the kids is doing d** (Drugs) They just want to break the law and find someone to f** (They wanna find someone to f**) Nobody doing as they told (Little bad a** kids) Everyone out of control (f** it, that's just how it is) I'm self made, dream came true, I'm a miracle Every time I put my dick inside a b**h, it's spiritual Got the whip that say wealthy on my steering wheel Brand new model b**h made me waffles and some cereal That's what I call a good morning Your mom work an extra job just to get you Jordans Just so you could show up at your school looking fresh saying "I don't know 'bout you, but me, I'm important" (I'm so gorgeous) You got money in your pocket, you the sh** You got everything you want and b**hes on your dick Yeah, a couple grand got you feeling like the man Everybody walking tall til they trip They just cut the check, you had to go and cop the whip Drive up to your ex's crib and tell her she ain't sh** There's just something about the money, make a motherf**er crazy When I die, bury me in my Mercedes, God damn [Hook] So this the music that made white people mad Yeah, this the sh** to blow your speakers out This the sh** you dream about You can know the world is up for grabs Leave with everything cause everything is in the bag [Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q] We never done with this sh** Here we come with that sh** I ain't stressing, I ain't worried bout nothing, don't trip It's amazing all the sh** that I be coming up with sh** is real, tell 'em chill Keep on bumping my sh** [Bridge: Mac Miller & ScHoolboy Q] Bumping my sh** Bumping my sh** Bumping my sh** Bumping my sh** [Outro: ScHoolboy Q] Aye, open up! Aye! Yea, that's right. Aight. n***a, these n***as got me f**ed up… Yeah, n***a I'm f**ed… Listen to me, n***a can't park the car n***a can't go to the store, n***a can't n***a can't text his homie on the phone no more I didn't talk about n***a, that's the ticket n***a I just got my L-s last week, but anyway n***as pulled me over, asked me for my license and registration I give ‘em my license and registration, and he got the nerve to tell me I smell like weed n***a you ask for my license and registration, of course i smell like weed n***a I smoke weed!