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team backpack - shark sinatra, willie joe, jeff turner lyrics

[verse 1: shark sinatra]
all the money i’ve been touching, i’ve been saving it
you ain’t never caught me with no vegas pics, i stay legit
?????? i can be legit. ??
hard to be legit, splitting peas counting grips
funny money n-ggas is counterfeit, you can count on it
well i can, a soph0m-re p-ssing calculus i was made for this
start with a ounce and ended with ps to flip
so who needs a zip
i got a line on this six pack, so who needs a sip
warner brother no warn a brotha, no movie clip
stick to the script
goons, platoons, one car, cartoons goons on they hip
you get drawn and it’s over with
you know, we don’t know what sober is
plans get over written, sh-t
everything a’int black and white
there’s 50 shades of grave mikes brown and flashing lights
so hands up don’t shoot
play your part if you run for the white and blues

[verse 2: willie joe]
i get money, i get cash
he wife hoes, hope that last
jump jack n-gga flash on the dash to reno
forgive me for the sins though, i just want the ends bro
if she ain’t bout no money, in the friends zone
everyday we in the field, it ain’t no end-zone
what the f-ck they talking about, we been known
i came thru the back door why? because your friends home
oh, i mean i see it from a different spectrum
she felt amazed because she felt it all in her r-ct-m
she already know never call man only text him
and catch nut like odell beckham
i’m from the v-a-double l-e-j-o
h-i-double l side though
this n-gga tried to get poppin’ off my flow
but h-ll no
man i can do it with my eyes closed
all this shooting with your eyes close
gon have your family at your funeral where the pain explodes
everybody in all black in the same clothes
i’ve been flyer than you with some plain clothes
man, i mean i see it from a different eye
said the fiend fell apart cuz all he thought was i
i’m refined to the ground cuz i’m thinking fly
its tree only so i’m thinking high
get it!

[verse 3: jeff turner]
what up? it’s jt i brought my bose with me
on the journey from woe-is-me to whoa it’s me
and they can’t wait for me to get off no
like a 9 to 5 when its 4:50
planted a seed that grows with this poetry
used to have my pockets and my soul empty
underground feeling 10 feet, in deep
cuz you make none, till you make ends meet
please reset this, my whole family is depressed
genie that’s my wish, if you insist i’ll make a list of the rest
then next is to stay convinced that i’m blessed
and see this situation different, but this heart just never fit in this chest
i’ve always cared too much
when i come up to these cyphers, you can tell me do i share to much
f-ck no, i’m just getting started i ain’t said enough
i got a lot inside me, i’m an oreo double stuffed
telling you, pull out that pencil and draw
why the h-ll would you have a heavenly instrument for
you supposed to use them gifts that you’ve been given for sure
you an angel leave your prints in the snow
their like yo, we having fun why you trippin’ bro?
sh-t i get it, hip hop is still young but we ain’t aging slow
can’t freeze like a photo and still club when we old folks
you’re the same age as ice-t and still in love with the coco, oh!
cuz i was born to ignite ya
became a f-cking rap machine cyborg in the cypher
who fell in love with the music, never forget that though
she blowing xs and os like it was tic tac toe
yes, xs and os, yes misses, throw kisses slow
like less missiles, more mistletoe
this n-gga told me i was too preachy
sh-t, when i was young only the music reached me
and that’s something that i needed in my travels
and you should have respect before you babble
cause everyone is fighting a f-cking unseen battle
and i’m gone!

- team backpack lyrics

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