Team Backpack - Shark Sinatra, Willie Joe, Jeff Turner lyrics

[Verse 1: Shark Sinatra] All the money I've been touching, I've been saving it You ain't never caught me with no Vegas pics, I stay legit ?????? I can be legit. ?? Hard to be legit, splitting peas counting grips Funny money n***as is counterfeit, you can count on it Well I can, a soph*more pa**ing calculus I was made for this Start with a ounce and ended with Ps to flip So who needs a zip I got a line on this six pack, so who needs a sip Warner Brother no Warn a brotha, no movie clip Stick to the script Goons, platoons, one car, cartoons goons on they hip You get drawn and it's over with You know, we don't know what sober is Plans get over written, sh** Everything a'int black and white There's 50 shades of grave mikes brown and flashing lights So hands up don't shoot Play your part if you run for the white and blues [Verse 2: Willie Joe] I get money, I get cash He wife hoes, hope that last Jump jack n***a flash on the dash to Reno Forgive me for the sins though, I just want the ends bro If she ain't bout no money, in the friends zone Everyday we in the field, it ain't no end-zone What the f** they talking about, we been known I came thru the back door why? Because your friends home Oh, I mean I see it from a different spectrum She felt amazed because she felt it all in her rectum She already know never call man only text him And catch nut like Odell Beckham I'm from the V-A-double L-E-J-O H-I-double L side though This n***a tried to get poppin' off my flow But hell no Man I can do it with my eyes closed All this shooting with your eyes close Gon have your family at your funeral where the pain explodes Everybody in all black in the same clothes I've been flyer than you with some plain clothes Man, I mean i see it from a different eye Said the fiend fell apart cuz all he thought was I I'm refined to the ground cuz I'm thinking fly Its tree only so I'm thinking high Get it! [Verse 3: Jeff Turner] What up? It's JT I brought my Bose with me On the journey from woe-is-me to whoa it's me And they can't wait for me to get off no Like a 9 to 5 when its 4:50 Planted a seed that grows with this poetry Used to have my pockets and my soul empty Underground feeling 10 feet, in deep Cuz you make none, till you make ends meet Please reset this, my whole family is depressed Genie that's my wish, if you insist I'll make a list of the rest Then next is to stay convinced that I'm blessed And see this situation different, but this heart just never fit in this chest I've always cared too much When I come up to these cyphers, you can tell me do I share to much f** no, I'm just getting started I ain't said enough I got a lot inside me, I'm an Oreo double stuffed Telling you, pull out that pencil and draw Why the hell would you have a heavenly instrument for You supposed to use them gifts that you've been given for sure You an angel leave your prints in the snow Their like yo, we having fun why you trippin' bro? sh** I get it, hip hop is still young but we ain't aging slow Can't freeze like a photo and still club when we old folks You're the same age as Ice-T and still in love with the Coco, OH! Cuz I was born to ignite ya Became a f**ing rap machine cyborg in the cypher Who fell in love with the music, never forget that though She blowing Xs and Os like it was tic tac toe Yes, Xs and Os, yes misses, throw kisses slow Like less missiles, more mistletoe This n***a told me I was too preachy sh**, when I was young only the music reached me And that's something that I needed in my travels And you should have respect before you babble Cause everyone is fighting a f**ing unseen battle And I'm gone!