Team Backpack - Shark Sinatra, ST Spittin, GLAM lyrics

[VERSE 1: Shark Sinatra] Moms always told me finish something if you started it And put your heart in it Less you wanna stay in this apartment The game ain't even f**ing with me blowing on cartridges Starting to lose confidence Sub-par subconsciencness Almost forgot my trail tribulations and accomplishments Let me show you what honest is What honor is Not what's on a wrist Or on a b**h Or on a the hand what's at our fingertips Drown it with Henny sips I'll replenish it n***as keep asking if I still rap And n***as keep asking for that real rap Two strikes two-elevens can't steal rap If I ever steal again n***a that's a real wrap When you do anything for the cheese that's a mouse trap Trapping all day long watch for the house rats Cause when it's them or you or you or them there are no friends My bitter sweet symphony that never ends They pulling strings Harp ba** or violin Oh my devil all of the evidence their compiling Talking to the cops what you dial in Smiling Dare a muh fugga trade shoes walking a mile in Try to fit But since mines j's my Miles Darius '02 air walk live vicarious Keep a low key like white try to Barry us Vs us leave your body in lake berryesa Yessir Maximus to these f**ing jesters If royalty is loyalty I play for Sacremento Fin [VERSE 2: ST Spittin] Let me explain something, paint a picture frame something Who is better name someone flowing like water they soaking game from him Cats hear me riding on the track like a train coming Oakland's finest in rhyming. Know the name youngin' S,T heard of I, flow been known to fertilize dig a hole murder guys Higher level certified my actions what I verbalize So I'm never nervous rapping tighter than a turban Cleaner than detergent Always been 100 so my grade is never curving Team full of stars you can call me Michael Irving Wake em up we alert em Shmoplife at your service Iceman George Gervin to a hater I'm a burden Man they lucky we only get 16 bars I'm a monster Known for leaving 16's scared this is lite work Like a dealer how I play my cards never foul take charge Salute me like a Sarge [VERSE 3: GLAM] Armani finally let me rock with these n****s My hardest go ham go figure The flow is snappin no filter These hoes be fishy; Gefilte Moody Rudy like huxtable Runnin sh*t like Matilda How I f*** up ms trunchables Trust, after this blunt you rappers might just be lunchables to moi ce soir k** em on en, deux, trois I'm way to odd Broads say I'm way too broad If you fresh to def I send you on your way to god They be like "you large" "You that match you strike" sh*t I got em hyped like girls on herbal life Spamming my TL new client alerts Rhyme and a verse makin these rappers go climb in a hearse Climate is thirst, cause I can tell your temperature, ain't as cold as mine I need a minc and a cane I'm pimpin sir Labels with that fable sh*t and still want in my signature How y'all prototype when y'all ain't f****** with my ligature? They be like "Damn, glam doper than drug smoke and talcum so how come bad b* ****s and ratchets be the outcome?" Like, where the f*** is y'all common sense and what is it that make y'all so confident Yo no se idk no for real I decay Bubble gum you chicle I chew up you cliches no relay with my message Glam got direct line would call y'all n****s p**** but that would just disrespect mine