Young Bleed - Lil Poppa Got a Brand New Bag lyrics

[Young Bleed] Go get that paper Lil Pop, f** all that drama and drag Don't stop for nuttin my noggin just put it down with a sag I never knew nothin better than choppin cheddar for cheese Pa**in my enemies, blowin in the breeze Don't make it no murder my n***a, n***as die young where I'm from Sippin on redrum, poppin til the dead drunk Make money my n***a but keep it real doe cause Soldier boyz Be stompin in steel toes, with nuttin to live foe, ya heard me fool? That's how I come up, that's how it go down n***as and b**hes make the world go 'round, without a sound We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty Dirty flippin From a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty Holla at ya boy, umeployed, in the welfare line gettin mine Smellin like a pound of paiyan, however we shine In blind fury dodgin the judge and the jury They wanna beat me but can't see me cause they vision too blurry I ride from state to state, seein them checkin my plate It's like, everywhere you go they gotta playa hate a n***a main I do my thang from here to Maine, like it ain't no thang (What? Uhh) Cause see you gotta let em hang main, f** that sh** [Maxinelli] n***a, get your minnnnd right, cause when the timmmmme's right n***as'll put yo' a** to sleep, I thinks deep (Huh bro?) f** what you heard, you gots to see to believe And if you blind to visualize a n***a chasin this cheese Down on my knees at my bedside, sayin my grace Cause in the mornin I'll be gone a n***a makin my way, OK I keep em jumpin like the jacks to little macks, my netti Ready for confedi and fu*k what they tryin to tell me I'm bout to get it and the only way I know Is rappin if it don't happen I'm makin b**hes hit the flo', you know f** block to block hoe, it's coast to coast, and it's easy We G and do it legit those raps with locs On the fork but game sharper than a surgeon for scalpel You wanna battle no ha**le come let me kick it whatcha asked foe And razzle yo' a**, nut up like heaven and hash As my little brain's tearin the tenament blast; they pity a** But I'm flickin my ashes stickin a**es of ba*tards Fieldin sh** like flea flickers and kickin it with G n***as See what you makin with the raise at your job Is what a n***a like this here can shake two days in the mob And I could (do what main?) be my own boss employed by the streets I'm chasin Jakes and player haitian on Friday the 15th With my Air Mack splendid Nike's on my feet With weed in the air, soul secluded from the police Cause I'm a little on the wild side, thuggin and pluggin That make a n***a wanna jack for the f** of it, but see I makes peace to get the sh** a n***a wish he could have Long as you stay the f** out they pop a brand new bag, n***a what?