Lyrics
They wonder why I got bags
Under my eyes, yeah cause I'm lit
They wonder why I got bags
When I'm at the mall, with the girl and my kid
They wonder why i got bags
Of marijuana, they don't want me driving with it
They wonder why I got bags
Maybe cause I'm tired and sick of your shit
Who was there from jump
Who was there when I'm stuck
Trying to get my feet up out the mud
Who was there to show me love
When I was in the struggle, in a rut
When I really felt like giving up
Since nobody really gave a fuck
Now everybody think we buds
I remember putting out my first track
Thinking I don't even know if I should rap
Finding confidence to push back
All the bad thoughts and leave the good scraps
The only person that believed was me
All I had was fucking beats and weed
A lot talk about but don't see their dreams
Too fucking pussy to succeed and be
What they destined when I was arrested
And Stuck in depression man who was my friend when
I was under some pressure, damn no one did bother
Go broke as fuck and try being a father
Not having any money for feeding your daughter
Since courts taking everything in your wallet
Telling me that I need treatment or i'll get
Jail time all over some weed in the car man
I'm sick of all this