Backpacks (feat. Oliver the 2nd)

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Trash man didn't get the trash today It's all good out, got tar in the waste
Shorty tryna floss on that minimum wage He never seen the ocean but his hair got raised
Ready for another chapter tryna turn that page
You lost saves holding the gold case Youngin you just begun it tryna be like the grace
Safe face before we tarnish your name Throw the varnish on the wood grain you sleep in the grave
Surprised nigga see me pull up in the rave Wrath of the beast I'm uncaged deliver that front page
Read it and weep you niggas sweeter than peach I'm smokin' cheaper with a scenery bleed
Palm trees and concrete and shakin' and beef
cct tough niggas grittin' they teeth Throw the sign let em know that it's peace
We out deep in the street Everyday you just deep in your sleep
Niggas know I'm nice rather be underrated than overhyped
My nigga I'm still ruin Tryna show niggas put the pinwheel in motion
Been a broke nigga now I'm after the dope nigga From the shot nigga so you know I'm a go in
Pass the burp while it's snowin' Somewhere foreign on the slope snowboardin'
You niggas born we out tourin' Holidays in Holland
I'm dazed on a holiday feelin' like a tourist The clip in the magazine fit
It's not an article I'm aimin' at your wig Energy has filed a scope hit
Took the sample back to the lab to process as mad scientist
I'm focused on the craft takin' aircraft trips Bitch you waving the white flag
Fuck hoes, it's cut road Leave em on the side of the road
Fuck rap, I got the product in my backpack
Fuck hoes, it's cut road Leave em on the side of the road
Fuck rap, I got the product in my backpack
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck hoes, it's cut road
Leave em on the side of the road Fuck rap, I got the product in my backpack
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Time keep passin' and guys keep askin' When I'm a release aspirin' increase the peace passion
Completions the beast baskin' and beats em' speak madness Top form they art drawn on cheap canvas
We not know em' you throwin' rocks at a wasp swarm The felt cop when it popped off and just got gone
From mic checkin' to long sessions the mind stretchin'
Feel the quartz banger with live resin you die stressin'
Pressin' all rhymers, sexin' all dimes Cause he lit with the pumps in my lap at all times
My skull is a gold mine, I'm not a young lord I'm a grown god, it's just a young face on an old guy
Pronoun verse source, SoCal local Known round globe now from profound vocal
What's the low down, well go, they flow sound so-so
This the great rap, we lay that then playback slow mo bro-bro
Fuck hoes, it's cutthroat These tough quotes like bodice, crush pose
Oh, then fuck rap, I'm sellin' sticky off a snapchat Half a dinghy in the backpack
Green passes is works when I'm gettin' back to these niggas in Semadonna
Like Donna Summer's Backwoods rappers, I swear they bring me laughter
Everything around me probably got it off of draft stuff
Fuck hoes, it's cutthroat Leave em on the side of the road
Fuck rap, I got the product in my backpack Fuck hoes, it's cutthroat
Leave em on the side of the road Fuck rap, I got the product in my backpack
Fuck hoes, it's cut bro Leave em on the side of the road
Fuck rap, I got the product in my backpack Fuck hoes, it's cut bro
Street is a disaster shit, right? Right yo, you got a holla about me
You got a holla, I thought I saw a nigga, I don't even know her
I'm on the street, I thought that nigga didn't even know
Like, who was the nigga who told you what a fish kill was, right?
You know, that's what I used to be doing, talking niggas to ghosts
Tell them what the real ass is, you know, is bad
Cause, I mean, I just want to talk for free, look it up, right?
I love niggas just getting shit, man, just give me the motherfucking shit
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