Team Backpack Cypher

Yeah, Yo, to be honesty
I don’t feel like rappin'
Just the other day some
Fucking bullshit happened
I fucked my girlfriend and she
Didn’t take her birth control
Now she might be pregnant
That’s what hurts the most
To top it off she wants to break up with me
She don’t understand this rap
Life gets tricky
Girls on twitter wanna marry me and kiss me
But I’m a nice guy, you can even ask Dizzy
You hurt then I hurt, man my life’s dirt
Baby I promise ima think twice if I flirt
Now I’m feeling bad because I
Didn’t write a tight verse
So I wrote some bullshit just
Hoping that it might work
Who you think you playin' with
My rhymes stay legit
Balls so big they touch the water
When I take a shit
Illuminati got you niggas bonded
Like a paper clip
Without them you’d be nothing
You lovin' the fact that they exists
I got the coldest flow
Doesn’t take a pro to know
Only nigga buzzin' this hard who
Hasn’t sold his soul
Yea, sorry I couldn’t spit tight
But fuck it ima' pass it off to Dizzy Wright

Uh, look the hardest comin' ima' show you
I don’t start for nothing
If you ain't calling me real nigga
Don’t call me nothing
I use start functions now
These rapper’s targets running
My daughter growin'
So this rap shit is all or nothing
Representa, neva sicka, I’m cleva nigga
Money motive I’m Jordan under
The pressure nigga
Seven grams in the swisher and
That’s a gram a man see it’s a new day and
I’m lookin' like Kevin Durant
Fuck the critics my lyrics
Became my record deal
Funk Volume bitch, I don’t need a betta deal
A lot of niggas is talking
But they ain't movin'
Let the movin' do the talkin'
Instead of tryna' be extra real
West coast, but I was found in Vegas
Now when I travel
My shows be cloudy occasions
Why you hatin' I made it and it's amazing
They waitin' on four twenty for
That Smoke out Conversations
Basic, bitch don’t ever
Disrespect the playerness
Play play is over and I ain't
The one to be playin' with
Keep this shit three hundred
But ya don’t hear me saying shit
Cuz when I do ima be the nigga changing shit
To my last day, these rappers is past gay
FV, you lookin' like the Heat on a fast break
I got the cash in the bag
And I’m twisting up the hash
My shit is crack yo shit whack like sad day
Don’t make me put you in your place
Get it straight I’ve been killing
Shit since o’ eight
Debate against a fan and get
A hand across the face
I know some stans that’ll stand
You in your place dizzy Wright Nigga