Kato - TeamBackPack lyrics

[Verse 1: Irv Da Phenom] Rent creeping up on a n***a My phone bill due My tank on E, I need new shoes Doing a lot of walking And when I'm walking over to the fridge I'm pissed cause ain't no food What am I supposed to do When this Groovy smooth sh**, I knew to turn to the blues Getting sick and tired of being sick and tired I'm tryna find a solution, I don't know about you But I ain't about to be broke no more Window shopping when I go to stores no moe It's amazing how the come up seem to go so slow When I grind so hard, man I just don't know but I don't trip though cause my grind is impeccable I'mma go get dough, hustle in the rain, hail, sleet, or snow And I'm bout to get it my n***a, yeah that's for sure I done had a lot of haters that prayed that I wouldn't make it A couple of homies that's fakin', but I pushed on through With friends like these who needs enemies So I do it on my own, I'm a one man crew Uh, I'm a train with no brakes And if I get too hungry then I'm coming for your plate Please don't play me, you know I need my bread on the daily Baby, don't you trip, cause you know we gon come up I've been on my grind from sun down to sun up Ain't no sleeping because no money comes from slumber Go back to the bottom, nuh uh, I don't want tuh I want, I need, my bread, my cheese And anybody standing in between, if you ain't family Then you just might bleed, b**h [Verse 2: Priceless] Akhenaten in the White House, turn the lights out, it's about to get dark The government and democracy is about to be the new one world guard Tony Stark shot a unibeam through your computer screen Got you dependent, turn you to a fiend.. for technology And every time that you log in, best believe that they watchin Like a hawk in the field about to swoop on the prey that's about to get k**ed They see everything that you post on Facebook All the stomach, gotta keep a straight face look They got all of your information from the bank statements to the blank statements That you text, gotta make arrangements, get out the matrix Before your Facebook caught case arraignments Incrimination from penetrating the internet, slipped you in the net Call the world wide web the administration And use this to intercept your identity, the enemy like the Kennedy See we tend to bleed, to bring the speed The age of the hawk head, all-seeing eye here to wake you up because ya'll dead And you can pray on your knees, and hope the sky fall I'm a 007, that's why I ball Cause it's overdue, I'll expose you to an overview of the sun and a closer view As we toast a few, and give a dose to you, like Sandy Hook we'll put a hoax on you They gon take your arms and strip your rights Cause all people want to do is b**h and fight It's time to switch the light [Verse 3: Acie High] This is a terrorist attack The reapers coming The reapers coming The reapers coming Run and tell your people that the reapers coming Living in this world and I ain't doing nothing Step to the mic like b**h what Out of uniform, like b**h what And I don't give a f** who did what Watch me get yo attention, attenhut, hut hut Sit in a pocket, no rush when they rush, I got it Send ya blitz, b**h, get a slit wrist, I don't play fast sh** I'm sick, psychotic Where's the comp? [?] Ain't this a competitive sport Gotta yell at the double XL Won't let the dudes from hell Bring back the head of the corpse You want me embarra**ed like the head of a source You can't compare, it's a hit of the course If they're a snake, I'm a ferret with the head of a tort See you can't put the carriage ahead of the horse Gotta shout out Eminem, wouldn't be a lot if not for him Would mention names, but too many to say So I'll just call em Hopsin and them I just need one shot at the rim Like Kevin Ware, then pop at the limbs Like botox and Kim Me and shots go together like shots to the rim f** all that grown man sh** And all that shake my hand sh** And all that playing sh** No more games, this here is grown man sh** So while I'm in front of this camera, knowing this gon happen often A lot of sh** gon blow up if we don't blow up Gotta give a shout out to Boston Had to get out the coffin n***as actin like they a big boss annd flossin Now he actin like he a bit often coughin Cause he can't chew what he bit off from talkin I see the same ole sh**, when it comes to this artist Unless I'm blind They said they want different, well this is different So how in the hell are we unsigned?