Best Years

Got My Bag (Yeah, yeah)

At my best, (yeah)

These my best years, (yeah)

I left my problems in the last year, (yeah)

I only tryna get this bag, yeah

It's gonna be a long year, (it's gonna be a long year)

No more ******' with your energy, (no, no, no)

No more ******' with me mentally, (o, no, no)

Put in work I'm waiting patiently, (woo)

I gotta get this bag, (yeah)

I cannot do it for free, (free)

All the excuses you makin gone caught up with me, yeah

I'm motivated by the family tree, (mhm)

Motivated by the envy and greed, (you know it)

I'm razor sharp

Rosa Parks

I'm on the bus

I'm level with it, (level with it)

See all this power If you had it

You would probably be a devil with it

I got the juice all flavors

We making moves on major, (major)

'Magine losing to the champ

Then getting to the bag McGregor, (uh, uh)

It's **** what you want

We built this all by ourselves, (I did that ****)

I on my own

With the whole gang

Nobody else

We so far man we is Australian

We need space cause we just some aliens, (aliens, aliens...)

These my best years

Left my problems in the last year

Just tryna hold a bag, (yeah, aye)

Everything cool on this side, (woo)

Nothing for free on this side, (no)

The grass is green on this side, (che)

Know what we're doing and do it time

Cause I been chasing checks daily, (checks)

The 2-1-7 are what made me, (You know it)

I gotta hustlin' mentality

Yeah that's in my blood so I'm brazzy

Just believe I be getting it, (yeah)

Every dog got a bone to pick

Yeah the city really locked us out, (yeah)

Politician's they can suck a ****, (yeah, Yeah)

(No, you know it)

If you ask 'bout life say it's past tense

And if it doesn't make dollars

Don't make cents, yes

I got the sense

Gifted like the sixth sense

On time like the rent

Dreams are kinda anti-social

No time for friends

Get me connected like wifi, (che)

One in the count and it bondi, (I know)

I bout to take take off to moti

So I can get fed in my spare time

Watch out cause I'm 'bout to blow, (blow, blow...)

It's gonna be a long year, (way to long)

Feeling like the man, (year)

Just tryna hold a bag, (yeah, yeah)

No more ******' with your energy, (no, no, no)

No more ******' with me mentally, (o, no, no)

I Put in work I'm waiting patiently, (woo)

I gotta get this bag yeah

I need the bag and all that

What's the problem Imma solve that

You should 'ready know that

If I ain't ******' with you missed calls I don't call back

See the dress code? All black, all black

Getting lifted? Fall back, fall back

Taking pictures

While I'm flexing

That's a moment, kodak kodak

Cause all these records I be dropping never slacking

Always murdering the booth

I ain't gotta say it

I just let it roll and we all know the truth

Make the wave let me tell you never rest

On flame like the roof

Catch me on the west side

Doing dono's rolling duku in the coupe, (aye)

Ski mask like I'm in the snow

Put the ice on my flash like my wrist is broke, (ice)

Time ticking in my paper now

Just to get the bag gotta tippy-toe

Every week I got a different hoe, (woo)

Every song I gotta different flow, (woo)

******* acting like they really know me, (aye)

Tell me who the **** you really know?

Kept it real with my ******

Whipping this work up in this kitchen, (whip it)

Tell them Spacely gone shine

Now on my way

Doing this mission, (gang gang)

I been up for days

Getting **** done need to get cake, (yeah, yeah)

Every record **** bangs

Busting them shots like an AK

No more ******' with your energy, (no, no, no)

No more ******' with me mentally, (o, no, no)

I Put in work I'm waiting patiently, (woo)

I gotta get this bag (yeah)