My Duffle

Look through my IG you see me just tryna get fits off
Put a lil herb in the air man it's time for a liftoff
Came at me crazy I showed you what time it was
Just like my Steve Apple wristwatch
The kid be meticulous and kinda finicky
Honestly we just don't miss much
Spokane raised me to Simba
L's on Monday but on Tuesday we win some
All in my pack-a-back tryna stack M's up
Bench press
Bench press
I'm coming up
Don't look at me like that homie promise
This ain't what you want
Keep sitting that sippy cup
Ain't lit but I simmer bruh
Hold you up do me cold
I'll drop you right back down to December bruh

Yeah, yeah
You in your feelings I'm all in my duffle
You tally regrets
I'm tracking all of the goals that I run through
Yeah
You in your feelings I'm all in my duffle
You tally regrets
I'm tracking all of the goals that I run through

I like riding in the backseat
Rolling up something
Light it but don't pass it
Covid outside I ain't tryna catch it
Again, I had it past tense
I survived but it sent Uncle Pappy
On to his Glory I hope that he's resting
Last time I saw him he taught me how to work the fish pole
We caught some cat and an eel
His country ahh talmbout we finna skin it
And toss that thing right on the grill
I'm laughing, happy that our last memory's forever classic
I'm reminded time is always going forward
Never backwards
It's currency come and it go
But with it I'll never live reckless

You in your feelings I'm all in my duffle
You tally regrets
I'm tracking all of the goals that I run through
Yeah
You in your feelings I'm all in my duffle
You tally regrets
I'm tracking all of the goals that I run through

Yeah
Look
Somebody would love to have a nigga bad days
Back when me and homie used the back way
After class he had a blue rag
A hell of an imagination for the path he chose
He never brag or boast I'm in the back
I'm over this
Shorty keep asking me questions
I'm antisocial hit the pack I'm rolling with em
I'm into stacking a flip
I be investing my time
I am outdoing myself
You are not changing my mind
Eastsiders made me this way
I would put that on my mom
And I would put that on my life
Then go and put that on the line
Look both ways 'fore you cross me
My flow dangerous caution
Some niggas made for a war
Most niggas made for a coffin
I feel mortality often
All of these presidents dead
What is the chain in command
I'm keep that shit in my hand

Yeah, yeah
You in your feelings I'm all in my duffle
You tally regrets
I'm tracking all of the goals that I run through
Yeah
You in your feelings I'm all in my duffle
You tally regrets
I'm tracking all of the goals that I run through