(Intro)
I've got a bag, I had to fly to bag,
Got a new bag for me, just go to my rags.
Ain't got no fuck with my life — I got a bag cause it's mine.
Put it on stove, let me in, let me just smoke, breathe time.
(Verse 1)
Skyline skim, neon drip off the deli sign,
Zip tight, zipper hum like the subway line.
A corner booth receipt, coffee cold, pockets thin
But I learned how to hustle where the cold wind grins.
Got the grit in my jaw, the city taught me fine print,
I keep receipts of comeback stories in the lint.
Crush your heart, don't do remorse, that’s what I heard the night say,
I write scars into scripts, flip the dark into my daylight.
All on my own, they made me much stronger — iron tone,
I sharpen syllables into steel, carry weight on my own.
I got a bag when you gone, watch me fold the map and roam,
This nylon holds my story, not just paper, it's my home.
(Pre-Chorus)
Beat slow, breath low, steps sync to the bassline,
Every setback's a cadence, every loss a baseline.
I move like a rumor in the rain — steady, clandestine,
Bag on my shoulder, heart in my throat, focused and refined.
(Chorus / Hook)
Bag up, never look back. (Bag up, never look back.)
Bag up, never look back. (Bag up, never look back.)
Short line, sharp sign — bag up, never look back.
(Verse 2)
Slides don't go in my rags — shoes scuffed, soles tell tales,
Streetlights paint the pavement like a ledger of my scales.
Niggas ain't gonna kick I'm with the experts, move correct,
We calibrate the silence, let the moment collect.
Now I'm hiccuping, he response, he done done,
Don't want me no more like he did though — watch me run.
A cigarette ash, a toast to the nights that taught me loss,
I convert lonely into leverage, flip the cost to cause.
A small silver lighter, a stove with an angry flame,
Put it on stove, let me in, let me just smoke — remember the name.
(Bridge) — Turning Point
The landlord's knock was midnight hymn, a single neon knock,
I sold the last of my regrets for a soundproof block.
Memory: a cracked picture frame, your silhouette in the hall,
I left it on the counter 'cause I wasn't comin' back at all.
All on my own, they made me much stronger — that's the truth,
Bled my story on the pavement, stitched resolve into my youth.
This bridge ain't a surrender, it's the map before the rise,
I learned to plant my anger as a seed and let it thrive.
(Chorus / Hook)
Bag up, never look back. (Bag up, never look back.)
Bag up, never look back. (Bag up, never look back.)
Say it once, say it loud — bag up, never look back.
(Verse 3 — Final Push)
Concrete cathedral — I pray with closed fists and pen,
Every verse a confession, every chorus a new friend.
Got a new bag for me, just go to my rags — remember the start,
I turned small change into compasses, maps into art.
A hundred late-night echoes, a thousand missed calls,
I stack lessons like receipts behind the curtain walls.
A rigged stove, a warm smoke, a lighter and a plan,
I got a bag cause it's mine — I carry my own brand.
