Rell Shaw, Quis - Inner Bag Lyrics

This my time now 
The city love it when I rhyme now
I ain't even in my prime now
I gotta shine now
Gotta stay up on my grind now
I can't throw away no time now
My bitches bad now
Ion even gotta brag now
Cuz I'm diggin my my bag now
You hoes mad now
Cuz I don't wanna put the mac down
Y'all niggas hate it cuz I'm back down
That's real shit
Every mf livin gotta feel this
Came up from the bottom and I'm still lit
As a kid I ain't really have to steal shit
Mama always made a way to make me feel rich
We was broke as shit
Cold cuts always made a nigga choke n shit
As a kid I ain't neva know that broke exists
Thought poor was rich but I learned I wasn't born with shit at all
Not a penny and no father
Wanted to pray to god for my pops
But I got my self so I'm thinkin like why bother
Use to get 50 cents and buy pops In the hood 
I was livin like I was unbothered 
Do you know how it feel wake up in the winter and realized that it's no hot water 
But I knew that shit can get harder
But I knew if I followed my dreams that I can get cream
Put on for my team
And I know that with all of this green
That it don't make up for the family that I lost
But I gotta stay true to myself 
And protect the fam 
No matter the cost
With all this hate I'm GONE floss
My time is GONE cost cuz I'm my own boss 

I'm riding around
With a lot on my mind
Its so hard to find
A good reason
Why they hating on a nigga
Trying take out this lil bag of mine
They I never took losses
Never had times
When a nigga had to chalk it
Never seen things
Never shed tears
Now I gotta show em
What the real life of the bag
Of the boss is
Lemme break it down
It's simple mathematics
When you cop the bag
You can't forget to grab it
Must subtract the paper
When you rip the plastic
Then you add yo dreams
And then you gift wrap it
Then you give it to the world
Damn yo shit cold
You ain't been around
Since the third J. Cole
But I guess you know
That's just how life goes
Niggas gotta move on
And wont miss yo flows
Mo money mo problems
I keep up
Had to put my light bill on a visa
Made more bread
Than I ever made in my life
Now my problem stand taller than Ariza
Cause these niggas send shots
No reason
I ain't dropped in about six seasons
But I had to leave the block
And stay away from cops
Cause I'm black with dreads
And they like to watch
And nigga be shining
Like a thousands watts
Turn it down a notch
I'm bout to pop
Think I don't
Shoot click clack my gun is cocked
Cause these niggas
Killing shorties right down the block
And the peons can begone
Cause all they know is shoot
Bullets have no names
Playing duck duck goose
But imma be strong
And be on my way
That's beyond my place
Tryna outrun this race
And be one of the greats

Fuck entertainin all these hoes
I'm gettin money like a nigga supposed to do
Through the hard times bitch I ain't changed 
I can't let a Nigga fuck up my name
Since a youngin I been drinkin from the blood
It's a lotta hoes I really wish I didn't fuck 
I been Layin real low I been really countin up 
I can't let em bring me down 
I'm too close to getting up 
It's a lot of hoes ion even wanna fuck no more
I been in my bag ain't no thoughts of giving up no more 
I'm coming from the hood 
Wasn't born wit a spoon bein fed 
I was raised by a queen
Who taught me to get this bread
I can't neva get enough
Bringin heaven down to us