team backpack - jabee, cash lansky, marley b, murs lyrics
[verse 1: jabee]
somebody said the president’s black, what you still tripping for
cuz i’m living in debt and i’m still poor
poor, pour out some liquor for my homie d
matter fact pour it all cuz i don’t drink
and that was probably irrelevant
i did it for my homie, he just happy that i represent
they saying all black everything
i want my casket white as snow when they bury me
how does it feel it be alive
it’s cool, i’ll probably appreciate it more when i die
dead, and i’ll probably come back
reincarnated, the new 2pac of rap
and that’s strictly for my n-ggas
got a little buzz and it still getting bigger
sicker, than aids or the swine flu
put my fist through your chest and pull your spine through
what kind of rap song is that
the same kind that i’ll always fight back
i’m a cut above the rest, oklahoma’s best
oklahoma vets still throwing up sets
pants sag, no rag just a gru flag tee
in the 9300 bumping brother ali
these people want me to fail
claiming they got my back but i really can’t tell
well i build a bridge and get over it
i went from never leaving home to flying over it
heard ’em saying i’m getting better
and that works as long as i don’t hear them saying i’m worse
church, 10% off top
paying bills, buy some kicks, and a g shock watch
what up
[verse 2: cash lansky]
i say she caught up in the rain
trying to bury her pain
they say the snow storm is coming
and they named it her name
after all the joyful moments, it was followed by pain
she was caught up in a crazy world, trying to stay sane
rain, sleet, or snow that sh-t, h-lla hot water
she pump the morning after, hoping to see tomorrow
but it was never promised, she was greatfull for the day
when the world treats her like december, she’s like my life is may
dari tells tells it all, but n0body seemed to listen
dad used to touch her while her mom was in the kitchen
only 17, in case i forgot to mention
she said she would take the pain so he would not harm her sister
tried to tell her mother she called her a lie, head
mom didn’t care she had a man on the side, heh
pops had an addiction use to bang that needle
you could tell there was something wrong, see the looks and his features
now a couple months p-ss they still carry the smile
but, things kinda different, now she bearing a child
mom kinda mad not believing the dad
now they at the doctors office looking foolish and sad
in the doctors gracing room about to seal their fate
staring straight through the dad, face filled with hate
now the mom’s all concerned like what could it be
had d tell them it was hiv
that’s with one week to live, don’t know what to do
now she believes her baby girl is telling the truth
and after one week and all the sh-t was said and done
there was 5 funerals, her little sister only went to one
[verse 3: marley b]
the way that i kick these f-cking raps though, hot as tabasco
my sh-ts profound i don’t mean to sound like a -ssh0l-
but half these rappers need swagga jacking the last flow
to pop up in the game like they milton bradley or hasbro
and -ss so wrong, see i don’t want no part of this
why you making music but refuse to put your heart in it
i’m doing it different, and people say it’s marvelous
greater than you fakers are creating what an artist is
and pardon this, but homie know this has been working for me
shaking hands, gaining fans, making sure they heard the story
and in your future, all you see is purgatory
i see myself rapping gray hair when i’m turning 40
and i prepare like troopers
rehe-rs- the verse every tear i suture
i work hard to spare my future
and taking day off no ferris bueller
but swear on momma, hated the marijuana
i put it on the paper, my staple of arizona
one wild herb, no fable i’m carrying over
my corral okay, ain’t taking my tear and overlook
316 the pack rap nicer and keep it 300 like a hatchback chrysler
so get your little hashtag typer and tell ’em marley b just k!lled the backpack cypher
[verse 4: murs]
myth city monster, compet-tion conquer
grew up bumping easy-e and watching cookie monster
eating chocolate chips with a whole lot of crips
never sold crack, rock to get that dollar dollar quick
kung fu grip on my lady j action figure
school yard bully, sn-tch your apple then i smack your sister
boxing at the sheriff’s station, at risk youth
always down to scr-p with a gap, chipped tooth
shoutout to booth, wherever he at
used to rap a lucky psc and be fat
brother from another planet, going on a mystic journey
hanging with the heartbreaks, stop it, then i hit my bernie
the young chicanas say they love him, no
meet me after school in the back by the bungalows
i’m trying to get under those chonies, cuz i wanna go
oops i mean i wanna c-m, f-ck where your brother from
nice with my hands, golden gloves i’m a number one
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