Funk Volume - TeamBackPack Cypher 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright] Uh, look, I appreciate the love without the envy Heard 'em talking down, but we drowned it out into Henny Traveling to yo city just to show 'em that we running thangs Drinking still my f**ing stomach pains make me wanna change When the summer came, I ain't even hesitate I told Dame, put me on the road so I could elevate I ain't finna wait, I'm straight with nothing to lose So if I ain't putting in work, its really nothing to do So I laugh at 'em, turn my back and they ain't smilin' Bad habits come from old n***as that act childish Wildin'? b**h I am beyond that My bomb sack is bomb based, so fall back, I'm all that Rebels on my ball cap, man I ain't a fan of sh** Pull up to mess and we gon' do you like Dizaster did Canibus Have your man's looking sad in the back The truth hurts when it's all in the facts, Dizzy Wright n***a [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] Tell Lucifer kick his feet up I'm 'bout to murder n***as, as soon as I smoke this weed up High School bully, I'm fiending to beat this beat up And if this b**h is pregnant, I'm probably gon' beat the fetus b**h I'm pro-choice it's cheaper than an abortion, I'm crazy! I'm just joking b**h, come on let's have this baby f** a nightmare, I'll tie a white guy to a white chair Drop him in the hood, yell "ni**er!" Leave him right there, I walk around with hacksaws And 2 by 4's, cause I don't fight fair I'm ill enough to gun bu*t you with the rocket launcher Mr. Benton, say hello to the Lochness Monster In a black suburban tea-baggin' a fat virgin Hold still b**h, or else this gas squirtin' I'm fighting these voices inside my head It ain't considered rape cause the b**h was already dead Benton [Verse 3: Jedi] The cops pulled me over said the car they must check I knew what was up, I'm the usual suspect So he comes to the car, and he does hella sh** Got the look on his face like he's white and he's rich but I don't give a sh**, cause you know I had L Sure as registration I could not go to jail Next thing you know he's like, "What is that smell?" Then I flashed the club card, he was mad as hell I just had to share that story on a clean-a** beat Swear you ain't got soap that's as clean as me Yeah this game I be usin' abusin' these n***as losin' What I do I do it on Q, shout out Susan You can catch me in San Francisco cruisin' Every time I pop up, the bad hoes choosin' And look, I ain't tryna be lyrical But I'm just sayin' I ain't never seen a miracle Life's cold I got soul as far as spirit go And look I'm gettin' down but I ain't puttin' up with this livin' though [Verse 4: Irv da Phenom] I'm under pressure, but never will I let 'em see me sweat And though I'm only twenty-three I handle business like a vet'ran I get up in the booth and get to bussin' like a weapon I ain't left the last three days, rockin' the same clothes that I slept in And when I finally do sleep it's only a couple hours Filled with dreams of bustin' rhymes and me findin' beats to devour Nowadays we all rappers and everybody's a star But nobody's takin' time on they rhyme or focused on bars While these n***as bein' trendy and tryna get on the blogs I was whippin' slangin' my new sh** out the trunk of my car Wouldn't let myself go home 'til I finished flippin' them all I'm out of town on my dolo I know there's no driftin' off I gotta stay awake, make it to the next state Keep on watchin' for them coppers cause they tryna run my place If they try to pull me over this might turn into a chase Cause I'm survivin' on my last, I ain't got no extra cash To be handin' Uncle Sam while I'm tryin' to fight a case This is bananas I'm 'bout to go ape -- sh** No love for s**as that's hatin' all on that fake -- sh** Cause there's a mil' out there like uncooked food In the kitchen, and I just gotta make -- it, Phenom!