Rapsody – Back In My Bag video
2024/05/17
Rapsody – Back In My Bag
Directed by Patrick Lincoln
Edited by Patrick Lincoln
Produced by Mike Stipe
Production Company: Torch House Media
Lyrics:
Sometimes you gotta lose yourself to find yourself again
Welcome back, Marlanna
One for the money and one for the homies
I move with respect
I don’t need nothing on me
The father made way for me
Feel just like Bronny
I got my lick back, look my blessings they on me
They reign and they rain
Yeah you see how I’m coming
Pop pop pop pop off
It sound like we drummin’
I reach all my goals
Like my nephew be dunkin’
Back on the rims, riding on rims
Came in all black to dat
I came back, back to back
Backed up my * to that
Reppin North Kackalak
Feel like a Cadillac
Nothing but classics
Never been average
Never been, uh
Avirex on me, I’m tougher than homie Gervonta
The fight is my mantra
I want it, I will
Get you a will
They carrying steel
We fighting to live
My * it’s hard
I’m back in my bag
I’m back in my bag on God
(The duffle, the Louie, the Telfar, the Gucci, I’m back)
I’m back in my bag
I’m back in my bag on God
(The duffle, the Louie, the Telfar, the Gucci, I’m back)
Back in my duffle
Don’t fear no opponent
You know I’m gon hustle like rubber band on it
Countin’ my blessings I’m laughing, like Jonah
You don’t wish me well
I guess you don’t know me
God walk these *
Like Malcolm in Sadi
That’s word to my mama
Tatted on my body
My left arm, they ain’t left arms
They still doin’ harm
Bodies on bodies
Cried over Malcolm
I cried over Dolphin
I’m crying for Nipsey
Been feeling like Lauryn
Carry the cross
Got the sun in my eyes
Groom for this I ain’t meant to be no bride
Unmarried but I know you still feel obliged
Bounce on these *
I learned from Sanaa
Back in my bag and it’s big as a duffle
Wit blessings on blessings I came through the struggle
I’m back
I’m back in my bag
I’m back in my bag on God
(The duffle, the Louie, the Telfar, the Gucci, I’m back)
I’m back in my bag
I’m back in my bag on God
Yeah Yeah (The duffle, the Louie, the Telfar, the Gucci, I’m back)
I came through the rain and I came through the thunder
I push through the pain
I’m laughing at summer
My * was way hotter
I feel like Assata
Escape wit my truth
I came back like Nirvana
Road is all rocky
It’s nothing I reup
Go back to back baby, can’t know one here see us
Stomach it all till I look like Aaliyah
Went back and forth, forth and back just like a cornerback
Yeah yeah
You * got heaux veins
I respect Hovain
Tell em get low mane
Bullets is flying high
I give them lo mein
Food for thought, cocaine color the whip
Culinary on my wrist
Cookin’ you, I ain’t forgot what you did
State of it all eventually falls
Frequency, this is the shift
I’m home
I’m back in my bag
I’m back in my bag on God
(The duffle, the Louie, the Telfar, the Gucci, I’m back)
I’m back in my bag
I’m back in my bag on God
(The duffle, the Louie the Telfar, the Gucci, I’m back)
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