Team Backpack - Jabee, Cash Lansky, Marley B, Murs lyrics

[Verse 1: Jabee] Somebody said the president's black, what you still tripping for Cuz I'm living in debt and I'm still poor Poor, pour out some liquor for my homie D Matter fact pour it all cuz I don't drink And that was probably irrelevant I did it for my homie, he just happy that I represent They saying all black everything I want my casket white as snow when they bury me How does it feel it be alive It's cool, I'll probably appreciate it more when I die Dead, and I'll probably come back Reincarnated, the new 2Pac of rap And that's strictly for my n***as Got a little buzz and it still getting bigger Sicker, than AIDS or the Swine Flu Put my fist through your chest and pull your spine through What kind of rap song is that The same kind that I'll always fight back I'm a cut above the rest, Oklahoma's best Oklahoma vets still throwing up sets Pants sag, no rag just a Gru Flag Tee In the 9300 bumping brother Ali These people want me to fail Claiming they got my back but I really can't tell Well I build a bridge and get over it I went from never leaving home to flying over it Heard 'em saying I'm getting better And that works as long as I don't hear them saying I'm worse Church, 10% off top Paying bills, buy some kicks, and a G Shock Watch What up [Verse 2: Cash Lansky] I say she caught up in the rain Trying to bury her pain They say the snow storm is coming And they named it her name After all the joyful moments, it was followed by pain She was caught up in a crazy world, trying to stay sane Rain, sleet, or snow that sh**, hella hot water She pump the morning after, hoping to see tomorrow But it was never promised, she was greatfull for the day When the world treats her like December, she's like my life is May Dari tells tells it all, but nobody seemed to listen Dad used to touch her while her mom was in the kitchen Only 17, in case I forgot to mention She said she would take the pain so he would not harm her sister Tried to tell her mother she called her a lie, head Mom didn't care she had a man on the side, heh Pops had an addiction use to bang that needle You could tell there was something wrong, see the looks and his features Now a couple months pa** they still carry the smile But, things kinda different, now she bearing a child Mom kinda mad not believing the Dad Now they at the doctors office looking foolish and sad In the doctors gracing room about to seal their fate Staring straight through the dad, face filled with hate Now the mom's all concerned like what could it be Had D tell them it was HIV That's with one week to live, don't know what to do Now she believes her baby girl is telling the truth And after one week and all the sh** was said and done There was 5 funerals, her little sister only went to one [Verse 3: Marley B] The way that I kick these f**ing raps though, hot as Tabasco My sh**s profound I don't mean to sound like a a**hole But half these rappers need swagga jacking the last flow To pop up in the game like they Milton Bradley or Hasbro And a** so wrong, see I don't want no part of this Why you making music but refuse to put your heart in it I'm doing it different, and people say it's marvelous Greater than you fakers are creating what an artist is And pardon this, but homie know this has been working for me Shaking hands, gaining fans, making sure they heard the story And in your future, all you see is purgatory I see myself rapping gray hair when I'm turning 40 And I prepare like troopers Rehearse the verse every tear I suture I work hard to spare my future And taking day off no Ferris Bueller But swear on momma, hated the marijuana I put it on the paper, my staple of Arizona One wild herb, no fable I'm carrying over My corral okay, ain't taking my tear and overlook 316 the pack rap nicer and keep it 300 like a hatchback Chrysler So get your little hashtag typer and tell 'em Marley B just k**ed the BackPack cypher [Verse 4: Murs] Myth city monster, competition conquer Grew up bumping Easy-E and watching Cookie Monster Eating chocolate chips with a whole lot of crips Never sold crack, rock to get that dollar dollar quick Kung Fu grip on my lady J action figure School yard bully, snatch your apple then I smack your sister Boxing at the sheriff's station, at risk youth Always down to scrap with a gap, chipped tooth Shoutout to Booth, wherever he at Used to rap a lucky psc and be fat Brother from another planet, going on a mystic journey Hanging with the heartbreaks, stop it, then I hit my Bernie The young Chicanas say they love him, no Meet me after school in the back by the bungalows I'm trying to get under those chonies, cuz I wanna go Oops I mean I wanna cum, f** where your brother from Nice with my hands, golden gloves I'm a number one