Team Backpack - Trizz, R-Mean, Emoney lyrics

[Verse 1: Trizz] Walk like a man, I don't sit cause I stand On my own two legs understand what I'm saying? Grind for my own dollar and I make my own plans Gotta live for today cause tomorrow's not planned I'm 22 and black, I'm making music, ahh man Statistically like every other n***a, goddamn Rolling up this swisher, getting lifted off the OE Everybody know me, 'till everybody owe me I'm low key like I'm hiding from the police Banging on [?] smoking (postal?) with the homies I keep a weapon on me, and can't nobody hold me But if you can show me, I'm out here, blow me Blowed off the [?], Trizz never OD and I don't even smoke all the time like the old me I'm never more than 4 deep That's all we need to slow creep on n***as trying to smoke me b**h die slowly I'm feeling skitzo, am I mental? Feeling used like a rental sentimental with this pistol pressed against my temple It's a problem, it's a casualty, a f**ing issue So I express it with this pencil, I am so official f** life, and the bullsh** it comes with The b**hes and the money and the rest of that dumb sh** This is it for me, I'm twiting up this OZ I'll mix it with this OE, I'm low-key You know me! [Verse 2: R-Mean] The problem is all of these rappers the same, I can tell when they look at me They seen me on Sway In The Morning: Five Fingers of d**h and they shook of me The difference is when I be spitting sh**'s real that's why it affect you They ain't saying sh** they just rapping all fast to try to impress you f** that homie I don't play that I've been doing enough, dare a motherf**er come say sh** f** they clip we all went to hell and back but the difference is mine was a one way trip Spit like my gun full clip and I pull it out the hip when it click and it run so quick Spit everyone 'gon trip homie f** a 9 to 5 man we grind like the sun don't sit And I'd reach out but I can't reach Trapped in the jungle with mad beasts And this lion will attack to fight, but the snake just attacks to eat So he attacks the weak Writing in his candlelight hope my words will attack the streets Like I was packing heat Like a box of matches we've been set up Like a boxing matches I box you out My job is done you can't clock me out I came this far Can't stop me now, whoa sh** It'll sound like the cops around Gotta run from the cops Guns getting co*ked When your punchlines ain't the clock And your son's crying cause he's hungry you got no funds in your pocket, you hung 'till you drop When the sky is falling where do you run? Running out of luck Running out of time and running out of breath in your lungs The homie dropped before me Ball's in the court and the cops be forcing a shot like Kobe So we say "Motherf** the police" Still getting f**ed by police! And it's nothing personal but I deserve to know cause I've been hurt before When I'mma learn to grow with every verse I disperse getting versatile Urge to blow [?] I'mma search the soul On the motherf**ing rise like the murder toll Only smoking that sh** that the earth would grow Cause these rappers don't concern me bro [Verse 3: Emoney] First of all I'm taking off Going to the jet like Percy Harv When I rap they want some more cause this mellow cracker got Hershey bars Last to leave and the first to ball You don't put in work until hurt tomorrow The rap game to put me on an island ain't crossing a bridge I burnt them all So I'mma do it on my own don't need no deal All you people can't be so real I feel like an elephant up in the room RIP to Patrice O'Neil Can I be sincere? I'm fed up with lames Want to get the cheddar better better your brain The I in me is saying there's no I in "WE" so all you do is play video games And you take a risk to get paid for this And to be A-List with an alias I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to be as well known as an ex-boyfriend of Taylor Swift But I'm chasing it cause I'm facing that I was made for this type of labor You can even ask my college homie $50 and I'll write your paper I was either banging women or banging a beat Either way I mean I wasn't liked by neighbors Always stay true to the team I'm with How do you know? Cause I like the Raiders! Always go hard You know it's Emoney and I k** mics Now put your cell phone down and enjoy this sh** dog In real life