Million Dollar Bag (Instrumental)

Californian getting ready for the winter Couple hoodies, couple jeans and some Wind breaker zip-ups New shit dropping soon as we enter A new season, it don't get no realer, more scriller aye Always gotta keep the damn blick tucked Cause these streets always wanna get you When you put your feet up relaxin Gotta keep a stash to put the stacks in We gone make this income passive, schematics A blue print written for life's passions, imagine Shit get moving where it's stagnant, attract like magnet Dreaming of the life that I live Watching MTV yo raps as a poor young kid I close my eyes and kick a rhyme to the wind Life of sin gave me stories to spit I know the broken can relate to this shit Never sold my soul but he sold his All my fans know that he don't miss Ain't a man if you can't feed your kids Pray to Elohim That we seen some green off of them keys Ray Charles I can't see y'all thieves I came to speak my piece Or the piece speak out to your peeps Bon appétit Twist a wood, sunsets on the beach Copped half off primo He know that that's all me We are the streets Guaranteed raw raps, raw beats You know we out y'all reach Took the shit and start to carve my niche Million dollar bag, million dollar bag Put it in the stash, put in the stash Million dollar bag, million dollar bag Put it in the stash, put in the stash Million dollar bag, million dollar bag Million dollar bag, million dollar bag Million dollar bag, million dollar bag Put it in the stash, put in the stash