Lil Poppa Got A Brand New Bag

Young Bleed

Young Bleed]  
 Go get that paper Lil Pop, fuck all that drama and drag  
 Don't stop for nuttin my noggin just put it down with a sag  
 I never knew nothin better than choppin cheddar for cheese  
 Passin my enemies, blowin in the breeze  
 Don't make it no murder my nigga, niggaz die young where I'm from  
 Sippin on redrum, poppin til the dead drunk  
 Make money my nigga but keep it real doe cause Soldier boyz  
 be stompin in steel toes, with nuttin to live foe, ya heard me fool?  
 That's how I come up, that's how it go down  
 Niggaz and bitches make the world go 'round, without a sound  
 We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty Dirty flippin  
 from a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty  
 Holla at ya boy, umeployed, in the welfare line gettin mine  
 smellin like a pound of paiyan, however we shine  
 in blind fury dodgin the judge and the jury  
 They wanna beat me but can't see me cause they vision too blurry  
 I ride from state to state, seein them checkin my plate  
 It's like, everywhere you go they gotta playa hate a nigga main  
 I do my thang from here to Maine, like it ain't no thang (What? Uhh)  
 Cause see you gotta let em hang main, fuck that shit  

 [Maxinelli]  
 Nigga, get your minnnnd right, cause when the timmmmme's right  
 Niggaz'll put yo' ass to sleep, I thinks deep (Huh bro?)  
 Fuck what you heard, you gots to see to believe  
 And if you blind to visualize a nigga chasin this cheese  
 Down on my knees at my bedside, sayin my grace  
 cause in the mornin I'll be gone a nigga makin my way, OK  
 I keep em jumpin like the jacks to little macks, my netti  
 ready for confedi and FUCK what they tryin to tell me  
 I'm bout to get it and the only way I know  
 is rappin if it don't happen I'm makin bitches hit the flo', you know  
 Fuck block to block hoe, it's coast to coast, and it's easy  
 we G and do it legit those raps with locs  
 On the fork but game sharper than a surgeon for scalpel  
 You wanna battle no hassle come let me kick it whatcha asked foe  
 and razzle yo' ass, nut up like heaven and hash  
 as my little brain's tearin the tenament blast; they pity ass  
 but I'm flickin my ashes stickin asses of bastards  
 Fieldin shit like flea flickers and kickin it with G niggaz  
 See what you makin with the raise at your job  
 is what a nigga like this here can shake two days in the mob  
 and I could (do what main?) be my own boss employed by the streets  
 I'm chasin Jakes and player haitian on Friday the 15th  
 with my Air Mack splendid Nike's on my feet  
 With weed in the air, soul secluded from the police  
 Cause I'm a little on the wild side, thuggin and pluggin  
 that make a nigga wanna jack for the fuck of it, but see  
 I makes peace to get the shit a nigga wish he could have  
 Long as you stay the fuck out they pop a brand new bag, nigga what