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Stranger Things (feat. LMoney DontCap)
by BAGG
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Grew up round some stranger things, I handle shit like I'm Eleven
He better not be preaching to the opps, I'm shooting at the reverend
They cant post up in them jects we blow shit up like 9/11
And I'm living like I'm DThang, throw my L's attach the seven
That shit hurt me to this day my nigga gone and rest in heaven
Round that time my dawg got booked his niggas snitched and he got sentenced
Man these streets fucked up
You either dead or fucked up
Niggas flexing like they got bread but really fucked up
I got a million ways to get it I cant never go out sad
I'm in the middle of the trenches doing fifty down the ave
Left hand work the steeling wheel the other clutching on this mag
I been evolving since a kid I make it out and now ya'll mad
I dropped a song and ya'll ain't listen now I got this shit on smash
Every time I make a tape I play it out just for my dad
I go to different places now I see the bitches and they bad
They be asking me my name they see my neck and know its BAGG
I lack communication skills but if I speak I feel I talk to much
Fuck a therapist I'll go talk to the mic and get my dollars up
Exotic bitches in this foreign don't got for you lil runts
He said he'll knock me out the field I looked at bro and told him bunt
I been trynna level up, I'm waiting for my bar to fill
I'm cutting niggas off like I was working on my barber skills
Used to want the urus but I might go get the brabus wheels
She be mixing fashion, rock Marc Jacobs with the Prada heels
Grew up round some stranger things, I handle shit like I'm Eleven
He better not be preaching to the opps, I'm shooting at the reverend
They cant post up in them jects we blow shit up like 9/11
And I'm living like I'm DThang, throw my L's attach the seven
That shit hurt me to this day my nigga gone and rest in heaven
Round that time my dawg got booked his niggas snitched and he got sentenced
Man these streets fucked up
You either dead or fucked up
Niggas flexing like they got bread but really fucked up
Grew up round some stranger things, I handle shit like I'm Eleven
He better not be preaching to the opps, I'm shooting at the reverend
They cant post up in them jects we blow shit up like 9/11
And I'm living like I'm DThang, throw my L's attach the seven
That shit hurt me to this day my nigga gone and rest in heaven
Round that time my dawg got booked his niggas snitched and he got sentenced
Man these streets fucked up
You either dead or fucked up
Niggas flexing like they got bread but really fucked up
I got a million ways to get it I cant never go out sad
I'm in the middle of the trenches doing fifty down the ave
Left hand work the steeling wheel the other clutching on this mag
I been evolving since a kid I make it out and now ya'll mad
I dropped a song and ya'll ain't listen now I got this shit on smash
Every time I make a tape I play it out just for my dad
I go to different places now I see the bitches and they bad
They be asking me my name they see my neck and know its BAGG
I lack communication skills but if I speak I feel I talk to much
Fuck a therapist I'll go talk to the mic and get my dollars up
Exotic bitches in this foreign don't got for you lil runts
He said he'll knock me out the field I looked at bro and told him bunt
I been trynna level up, I'm waiting for my bar to fill
I'm cutting niggas off like I was working on my barber skills
Used to want the urus but I might go get the brabus wheels
She be mixing fashion, rock Marc Jacobs with the Prada heels
Grew up round some stranger things, I handle shit like I'm Eleven
He better not be preaching to the opps, I'm shooting at the reverend
They cant post up in them jects we blow shit up like 9/11
And I'm living like I'm DThang, throw my L's attach the seven
That shit hurt me to this day my nigga gone and rest in heaven
Round that time my dawg got booked his niggas snitched and he got sentenced
Man these streets fucked up
You either dead or fucked up
Niggas flexing like they got bread but really fucked up
