Skyzoo, Ashtin Martin - Duffle Bag Weekends lyrics

Two cribs but couldn't keep me inside none
You know tryna be outside
Until outside’s done
Too many reasons to not be out when
The time comes and too many dice games
So find me inside one
Born in the 80s, raised in 90s typical shit
Dirty handed or not
You know what the gist of it is
Couldn't duck it, so we become it
Easy to fall in love with
But, young enough to not understand
All that it come with
So umm, inset parents here
Couldn't turnaround without seeing
Both standing there still on my 1-2
Same as the ones with me
Whenever I come through
Forever we’re one group
And solo records could never
Come outta son group
But, I had a Nike bag who always sung too
The hood like damn Sky in the house
What son do?
Nah if you don't see him come around
Then he back at his mother house
Word, same rules at her house
I couldn't slip through that
Her new boyfriend's trash
I wanted to get him clapped different story
But my mother was still the difference for me
All the composure I use to get
You off me is from her
But, I still got that other
Side that comes alive
Picture furious styles pushing a bubble 5
There it is
Raised by it over a shot of Henny
Nowadays we reflect on it
Til the bottles empty
Old Knicks and Ralph Lauren and Spike
And all of my catalog and the
Songs that get him hype
And he laughs like you know how
Many shoot outs I was in
For him to be your hero off
The movies I done lived but still
He understood all the glare in my eyes
You never think that a hero
Can be where you reside
And I ain't never turn an eye
Never took it for granted
But it was everyday so I
Ain't have to understand it
He said he was joking
I poured him another shot
Knowing he wasn't joking bout
Everyone that he popped
Trained me the same way
That I truly understood
And I ain't have the same reasons but
I shoot it just as good, right
Me and mine got a story or two
Nothing that needs to spoken up over the loop
Just know that it all makes
Sense when it’s hindsight
My mother told me be like your
Father when the times right
My pop told me your mother’s
Here to give you emotion
And I'm here to give you the
Aim to blow shit open, fully loaded
Recollecting shit til the song stops
A green Nike duffle bag’s still my soft spot
For real

Saw it all but that wasn't
The only thing I saw
Corner store said I promise we can get it all
Momma taught me through it all
Just to stand tall
And poppa taught me if they
Reach blow their hands off
Blow their hands off i bet you I can fit a
Whole weekend in my duffle bag
I bet you I can fit a
Whole weekend in my duffle bag
I bet you I can fit a
Whole weekend in my duffle bag
I bet you I can fit a
Whole weekend in my duffle bag
My duffle bag, duffle bag, duffle bag