.[Verse:]
All we doing is bag chasing, you wouldn't know about that
Nigga your dad made it, early ages we all had babies
PTSD made us half crazy, when I stayed off Adams
I couldnât bag Stacy, West Side down Madison
Used to drag race it, no she ainât good for me
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