Duffle Bag Weekends
Duffle Bag Weekends
Verse:
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,
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
Hook:
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..
