Lyrics In My Bag - Chris Valentine

I just want a baby mama
Buy a Rolex with some diamonds
I look out the window and see bright skies
It's not crowded in my mind space you can see my eyes
I wont stop I really know deep inside
This is where I wanna be I'm not living a lie
We cook up right now makes no difference it came to hustling
I made some spirilla
I lost it all it made me realer
You not willing to eat this breakfast lunch and dinner
Fuck is you doing here then do it all over again I flip digits
Not much different you'll never get love you don't show some commitment
So stop with the bitchin

I'm in bag right now
I got my beat box on
I'm not gonna turn it down
I gotta write more songs
I'm in my bag right now
I'm in my bag right now

It's beside me I'm abiding my mind seeks levels of intellect my brain mines deep
Trying to find the one thing that makes me my own MC
So I keep making more beats hustle barely no sleep sometimes
I don't speak I wont be a sheep
My eyes were open when life checked me I hit rock bottom now I see everything
Middle income white kid spitting definition been through trenches
Weaving through tweakers with needles and alcoholism
I think I'm lonely
Get my work in Jackson I'm from Mississippi
What didn't kill me represent the real me
Age just a number we living in a jungle
Not to mention this all a big conspiracy

I'm in bag right now
I got my beat box on
I'm not gonna turn it down
I gotta write more songs
I'm in my bag right now
I'm in my bag right now

Time changer ford ranger riding making strides choking wives broken knives
No mistakes oversized choking down coke and fries toke like chief of tribe
Mocha paint match inside I'm done being a failure
Straight grind turn the Brahma to Tony Llama
I'm the smartest always honest
You an artist how far you willing to go in this process
I promise you cant make it without compromise
You eating steak and lobster instead of dropping content
Instead of saving bread eating pop tarts what will you sacrifice
I came here to change I'm always poppin
Strive and prosper or die like Jimmy Hoffa
It's all a mystery when you fuck with mobsters
I'm off it

I'm in bag right now
I got my beat box on
I'm not gonna turn it down
I gotta write more songs
I'm in my bag right now
I'm in my bag right now