Verse 1:

Sometimes being passionate might mean that you irrational/

Im feelin' half empty but I need another glass to fill/

Lame duck coaches still quackin' with a daffy bill/

Flamed up roaches, I was sifting through a ashy hill/

Culver City chillin', I be posted in the Valley still/

She ain’t on my gram but I be posted with a baddie still/

Know I’m loopin' records when you hear em' with the jazzy feel/

Now I’m workin' woke and focused, sober with no addy pill/

Ebbs and flows, navigating knees to shoulder, head and toes/

Catch me at the office with the salary and medical/

Rap game don’t wanna hear it, rather see me dead in Holes/

Like Stanley Yelnats, only friends with them zeros/

No interview with Ebro, still workin' on my ego/

I don’t do this for the fame G, I do this for my peoples/

I got the keys to life but I ain't got no fuckin' key hole/

Power moves with no Powerpoint go get the Keynote/

Chorus:

I see the fish gon' fry in the kitchen/

Mama workin' hard every Friday day/

You should know I’m lonely on my mission/

In my path, get the fuck up outa my way/

Hook (x2):

Run the bag, run the bag, we gon' run it up/

Hit the gas, hit the gas, leave a ton of dust/

Verse 2:

Write a verse, write verse, write another verse/

Hand me ups and downs, bro I used rock my brother shirts/

Know they want some new jams, hit em' with that butter first/

Turning left or right but I don’t know which way the rudder works/

Stay afloat, pray for hope, many folks afraid to cope/

Think they got it lock but they ain’t really know the safe was broke/

Industry be thieving sneakin' schemings on the paper tho/

Watchin out for twelve, like the oven and the baker's dough/

Cop it off the shelve, buying streams and it’s blatant though/

Millions on mines and, I ain’t never paid for Growth/

I just had my patience broke, I just keep the faith and go/

I invest the paper slow, take em back to days that’s old/

Varsity hooper, no popular dude/

Pull up at function it’s poppin' and cool/

Crazy they trippin' they poppin' the tool/

Next day we goin' and talkin' in school/

Now I be posted n dodging the feuds/

I ain’t 'bout makin' misogynist tunes/

I ain’t 'bout sippin' the bottle booze/

Drippin' I’m drippin' I’m droppin' the juice/

Chorus:

I see the fish gon' fry in the kitchen/

Mama workin' hard every Friday day/

You should know I’m lonely on my mission/

In my path, get the fuck up outa my way/

Hook (x2):

Run the bag, run the bag, we gon' run it up/

Hit the gas, hit the gas, leave a ton of dust/