TeamBackpack.net - AUDIOMACK CYPHER lyrics

Marlon Craft's Verse (Vrs 1) Somebody tell sway he don't got enough fingers for me Found love in music and held it tight like a singers tummy Livin' lovely Different companies want me Im in different company now But i'm indifferent cuz money could never interrupt me Corporations wanna sign me 'cuz i wage a war with words But can't no halliburton label profit off my courage This ain't for show man i came to grow ima take you with me Gave cpr to my city so your clap backs could never match the applause that they give me Trust, i ain't switching up Whole team on my back pack the competition up Listen up Im blessin the booth like my verse a confession Tryna keep it real in a world where truth is perception This what a legend sound like before they a legend Won't see lives wasted by anymore of brethren Their self-worth inflated they can't afford their reflection And they still my brothers but had to son em call it incestuous/ Im just tryna make a difference Cuz schools they sit us in make consumers instead of citizens Instruments for the dividends, an orchestra for capital Music to the ears of the ones who call it impractical/ To fight for somethin more then the world we given and asked to love Where they condition you neurotic and then pa** you d** I always knew i'd make it out the dark Im goin back in to lead em out cuz now i have the spark Radamiz' Verse (Vrs 2) I know famous people that are homeless I know the poorest people that are focused Tried to make the Gap sound cool and call it Gizap Bring NY back like Kristaps with the rizaps Trust fund rappers glorifying every trizzap b**h I'm tryna feed my soul You just verified on Twitter b**h I'm tryna feed my soul You just swipe right on Tinder You dress like you still wet the bed, i get ahead when i recollect With the GOAT's I go to neck to neck Couple necklaces, that's just ornaments They forfeit, their identity for fraudulence Life is a gift not a tournament That NY NY royalty Still ain't pay my phone bill this month So mothaf**a i can't call it quits yo peep so The flow's, got some medical issues So i guess the shows, disability checks Was too young for thrones, now that puberty hit I go claim the gold, and share it all with my set Run dat run dat run dat run dat Run dat, run dat, run dat I'm with Shadow making shadows out the fakest I knew Oswin, when none of us were famous God's the judge and intentions be the plaintiff Radamiz if you couldn't say the name it Took years in the making - to blow up overnight Insomnia the whole time Saw myself here since like 09 I talk better in music than conversations The music still feel like a conversation One look at my squad like the constellations I k** a hater with work ethic I'm living proof you can make it too I go make sure you ain't heard better I go do this for fam, they don't know much English but the truth got a translator Me or that weak sh**, the ultimatum Treat the tracklist like an affivadit Peep my blessings with a calculator Add it up, add it up, add it up When you don't let em use you, get mad as f** You put out trash sh** and be glad as f** The real ones rejoice when the data comes I popped a wheelie on a Challenger 1000 somethin on my calendar No days off when you the pa**enger When God chauffeur you through the ma**acre Angelo Mota's Verse (Vrs 3) -chorus- Hit me when i'm high Only wanna hit me when i'm low They don't wanna try b**h i had to/ get it on my own Only want to get it when i'm high Never when i'm low Always wanna/ see me when i'm high Never wanna see me when i'm low Wanna be alone Never when it/ seems i'm getting by Really though i think i wanna go Don't feel strong, so whenever i be/ feeling that i'm high, always scared i'm really going low Even when i'm high I can throw my/ feelings in the sky Pray they never drop cause i'm a boy Couldn't even cry I would hit a/ ceiling when i'm high Always gotta bring me to the low Couldn't even see it with my eye/ Really gotta know, is you only in it for the highs -Vrs- Changing my pallet I never say this with malice I got this sh** on a/ balancing act like a ballet Sole of my shoes got a callus Boy that's a talent/ Labels see me as a package I can make the present and i can rap it I can take/ the present day as a challenge I ain't had the time to lay in a hammock Hating is/ rampant Stay in your carriage Say that my range doesn't span the atlantic Same ones who/ speak on my name in italics Bump my records wit they parents and turn into parrots you/ should be embarra**ed for sleeping but f** it I let em burn wit the mattress I turned to a/ savage 21 until the casket I took the coal and i turned it to karats/ Made of the pots and the pans that i bang wit the mallets And if i'm more famous than average I'm/ keeping my heart on my sleeve Get the keys to the palace and leave it with khaled I peeped an im/balance You basic by the PH too Or if we getting scientific like CH2 And when i/ step in the building you know i'm burning it down I think we/ need AC in the DJ booth