Feed Em Out My Bag by Prof. Biz Lyrics

[Intro: Xay Hill]
Ayy, uh
Uh, yeah
What do ya say there, guy?
Ayy, uh, woah
Woah

[Verse 1: Xay Hill, Prof. Biz, Xay Hill & Prof. Biz]
I'm over here, sharing what I never had
Could point out the obvious, I show them instead, yeah
A lot to who I'm talking, they never knew they dad, uh
Finna give these groceries straight up out my bag (Three, two, straight, woo!)

[Chorus: Xay Hill, Prof. Biz, Xay Hill & Prof. Biz]
Yeah, uh, ayy (Yeah)
I got-I got plans just to feed 'em (Feed 'em)
Out my bag, uh, uh, ayy
Uh, I got-I got plans just to feed 'em
Out my bag, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, I got-I got plans just to feed 'em
Out my bag, yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah, I got- I got- I got- I got- I got- I got-
[Post-Chorus: Prof. Biz]
Ayy, hands out for the mans out
Keep moving when the trans out, get hammered when you stand out
Ayy, why do you have what you have?
Gift wrap it and give it back, give more than an autograph

[Verse 2: Prof. Biz]
Oh yeah, buddy! (Woo!) Thought you could run from me
Im the husband of a chef (Uh), and I'm on assignment, like, who hungry?
Came through with the groceries (Uh), Tater Town to the pork and beans
Serving up, how you holding me? (Uh), do exactly what I'm 'posed to be like 'eesh
Feeding folk; Jesus 5K with them fishes ([?])
Leader, leader, servin', servin', even wash the dishes (Uh)
Seein' what we got in common, put that in the mentions (Mentions)
Now we in community for that commission! (Uh, uh, commission)
Spirit whisper "Ante up", so I'm all in it (In it)
But this a marathon, you ain't finish 'til you finished
If it ain't G, you should ask what you exhibit
Ain't no reason to brag, I just give what's in my bag

[Chorus: Xay Hill, Prof. Biz, Xay Hill & Prof. Biz]
Yeah, uh, ayy (Yeah)
I got-I got plans just to feed 'em (Feed 'em)
Out my bag, uh, uh, ayy
Uh, I got-I got plans just to feed 'em
Out my bag, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, I got-I got plans just to feed 'em
Out my bag, yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah, I got- I got- I got- I got- I got- I got-
[Post-Chorus: Prof. Biz]
Ayy, hands out for the mans out
Keep moving when the trans out, get hammered when you stand out
Ayy, why do you have what you have?
Gift wrap it and give it back, give more than an autograph

[Verse 3: Prof. Biz]
Uh, uh, yeah
Why lie to 'em? (Why?) Big bags, like five of 'em (Five)
Matthew 25-in' em (Uh), wising up (Uh), sizing 'em up (Uh)
Fitted sweats with the ripped denim (Yeah), feet movin', but who sent 'em? (Who?)
All props to the God who gives, then the vessel or the gift given, like, woo!
Gifting is to teach, sure 'nough, ain't gone waste it
Move where He want me; editorial placement
We forget my past (Uh), Jesus, stay sure (Uh)
Wipe my sins away, yeah; dry erase board (Yeah)
I heard you say less (Yeah), I'ma have to say more (Uh)
I'm on my bodega (Yeah); you gon' see what's in store (Yeah)
Poppin'-poppin' zoom off anti-lag
Understand it's more than swag, it's eternal what I'm giving out my bag

[Chorus: Xay Hill, Prof. Biz, Xay Hill & Prof. Biz]
Yeah, uh, ayy (Yeah)
I got-I got plans just to feed 'em (Feed 'em)
Out my bag, uh, uh, ayy (Hey)
Uh, I got-I got plans just to feed 'em (Brrt! Hey, hey, hey)
Out my bag, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, I got-I got plans just to feed 'em
Out my bag, yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah, I got- I got plans to feed 'em out my-
[Post-Chorus: Prof. Biz]
Ayy, hands out for the mans out
Keep moving when the trans out, get hammered when you stand out
Ayy, why do you have what you have?
Gift wrap it and give it back, give more than an autograph