Back In The Bag - Spose

The funny thing about me, is I don’t do that much

I just make beats and smoke weed as a crutch

Y’all wanna see me flop, but I swear, it’s all love

I mean, I’ll protect mine, but I ain’t whilin' or nothin'

Ayy, I’m comin' for the whole loaf, I’m tired of the crumbs

But I know it starts as passion and slowly becomes funds

But you gotta have the skill, that’s why I’m on top of it, son

Ain’t no need for animosity, just fill up your lungs

And breathe deep, in and out, oxygen in my blood

I’m calculated in my movements like a TI-81

A machine on the keys, workin' way after the sun

In that city by the sea, it’s always love

I spit it off the top like a suicide jump, I’m takin' flight

But in the studio, off two of these blunts, I’d rather write

If you jeopardize the food for my young, I’m known to bite down

Fight rounds, right now, might sound crazy but

My time is money, hit my PayPal

Came a long way from pretendin' I’m in 8 Mile

From Boston up to Portland on the Greyhound

I started 2000, look, I got a new album

Every day, game day thinkin'

I’m drinkin' D’usse because Ben bought some and Jay-Z drinks it

Got me feelin' like I’m sixteen at Foodstamp’s spot

Him playin' instrumentals while I’m spittin' upon

Besides four kids I own now, nothin' much changed

The pulp nonfiction, homestyle, no runnin' away

This tightrope, Simone Biles jugglin' plates

Rappin' dad in action, packin' wrapped in plastic

Back in black, Smashing Pumpkins shirt, I packed it

Plus the L.L. Bean hat, Celtics patched jacket

On stage they’re packed in from front to the back

My ash floats out the tray and goes back in the bag