Team Backpack - DUCKWRTH, Peoples, Grynch lyrics

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Team Backpack - DUCKWRTH, Peoples, Grynch lyrics

[VERSE 1: DUCKWRTH] [VERSE 2: Peoples] Keep a lawyer for the judges trying to rail road him Lil n***a, I ain't choose this I was chosen The day that I'm without a b**h is well hell's frozen Funny when they say you ain't good when you well spoken Since a knee high, white t's and Levi's Drugs and the money bring em out work to T.I Cremate the p**y, bet I earned it Green in my eye listen to my Eric sermon My chick is suburban. Whipped the Suburban And when she s**s dick that she do it with a purpose Bet my my old b**hes on my Instagram They know I'm the bomb in the club with a turban They know I'm a problem, mc squared what they call em You are not fly, you are just free falling Yeah, I'm so advanced with the bars Homie if you want to die you can dance with the stars Based on a true story get to know the author Young legend lighting one up right before departure Might let her spend the night not a minute longer Just some spur of the moment sh**, Tony Parker One night, two bottles and a box of condoms Had her diving for my balls like Dennis Rodman This my hall of fame flow, counting pesos Riding with the gas tank low and the dank rolled!!! [VERSE 3: Grynch] Straight out the upper left where we don't get enough respect I'm all in 'til ain't nothin' left - go ahead and cut the deck Deal these bars and ill these bars - nothin' left Short as hell but above the rest - I gotta leave these s**as checked Lyrical exercise - the flow'll leave 'em mesmerized I must advise I'm here to spread the truth - forget the lies Cause some guys'll get up on a track and grow they nose Talkin' 'bout they rap about they life - I'm all like no they don't See I can only do what's me - that's why I'm a true MC That's why I get my props from backpackers off to them G's Yes sir I hold my own - I ain't one to call a clone Get off my cloud son I'm a rolling stone On the mic man I k** - you know I'm leavin' beats destroyed With a license to ill like a mothaf**in' Beastie Boy So whatever, hater - I'm a stay a innovator Got 'em wowed when I spit like Solange in the elevator