E-Dubble - In the Bag lyrics

Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled
To the brim just peep what's in my napsack
Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled
To the brim just peep what's in my napsack

I make something out of nothing call me Jesus
A tall proud heretic, damn behemoth
And I stand in these jeans with creases
Don't blame me blame the
God damn Levi's genius
These 501’s are the uniform
Keep me mythically invisible - a unicorn
Nope you can't see me chilling
On the deans list
With the AP classes y'all still CP
To college preps I'm a graduate
Put my diploma on a t-shirt to laugh a bit
Bachelors in rap tactics: I mastered it
Put on my seat belt, and I fastened it
Cause, I ride that beat like
A fucking big wheel
Big deal i throw back like a spree wheel
Spinning all around like a fucking wind mill
I’m conscious of the sickness I
Know I’ve been ill

Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled
To the brim just peep what's in my napsack
Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled
To the brim just peep what's in my napsack

I'm no backpacker more like a carpet bagger
Peel off new constituents peep my swagger
And I'm not talking Old Spice
This is my right to passage wreck mics till
They call me average
Meal ticket gets ripped: an orphaned bastard
But, I promise that day will
Never come to pass
I can run too fast, and my pace is awkward
You’re a great white
Homie? We’re a pack of dolphins
Stay tight knit like an emo sweater
Don't need no beef e' knows better
Don't need your hype just need the mic
Beefing with you is like riding
On a seatless bike
It's useless my true fans boost my music
So when you see me out just chuck the duces
When you drink a jazzer, go dumb, you doofus
Till the line gets blurred and
Your dreams are lucid

Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled
To the brim just peep what's in my napsack
Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled
To the brim just peep what's in my napsack

Yeah, I got diamonds on the
Soles of my shoes shoes
Okay they’re rhinestones, but they look cool
I am more fresh than Paul Simon
I am so bent, yet I’m rhyming
Freestyling to any beat that comes on
Daft Punk, James Brown: I don’t give a fuck
White Boss, speak proper, spit so fly
Been waiting to talk shit since Ready To Die
Since Ready To Die, I’ve been ready to fly
Uncle Chris spit's slick, so I mimic the guy
And I’m a Wallace myself, so I polish the
Chasing the dream
So it seems that I follow the wealth
Yeah I diminish my health
But the vices keep me writing
Drunk verses shock me
So I call my pen "Lightning"
Yuck yes, the lyrics get frightening
Freddy Kruger letter head never sleep lightly

Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled
To the brim just peep what's in my napsack
Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled
To the brim just peep what's in my napsack