Bakpak
Yes sir
Back to basics
Backpacking again
The room smelling like cheese, niggas out 'rattin' again
All these niggas fleas, niggas jump acting again
I'm handing out awards to these pussies calling them friends
Fuck your Christmas, I'm the Grinch
Pupils diluted, I'm always on my carats but I eyes 'Piru'n
'Crippy with flow, making gangsta chill music
I'm from another century like Buick's, nigga you ain't know classics the coolest
Leg strong like Rugal, hoes still got kudos, niggas bitches like poodles, I ain't got time to be foolish
I observe, reserved 'fore I curve
You identify the tactics of birds, just leave bread crumbs
Dress like a bum, my head ain't dumb, ask her
Ya'll too flashy with your macs but don't keep books
My running team reality crooks, background knows the pain that it took
Fishy niggas, bait em with hooks
Some are bakers and cooks
Crooks!
Keep scheming if you gonna stay dreaming but keep your morals close but niggas treat it like a genie
Ego goals
Should I say more?
Backpacking again
The room smelling like cheese, niggas out 'rattin' again
All these niggas fleas, niggas jump acting again
I'm handing out awards to these pussies calling them friends
Fuck your Christmas, I'm the Grinch
Creative haywire like Lil Wayne's rebirth
Been Illmatic since Nas dropped Ether
Human or Martian? I am neither
I'm here to tell you I can rap better than your favorite off the reefer
Hoes still mad, Shether
I'm what a bitch need but she really deserves neither, clearly not a keeper
Cause niggas try to score, amateurs, check my repertoires, goals across the board
The flows I bend like centerfolds, I'm the biggest throwback you've heard since Tumi and Skwatta Kamp have been the Goats
OG's, the Locs, peep my approach, the lines like Biggie and I ain't even notorious
Jesus
Get off of the Bay kings, penis before I squeeze and bust.
Yes I'm
Backpacking again
The room smelling like cheese, niggas out rattin' again
All these niggas fleas, niggas jump acting again
I'm handing out awards to these pussies calling them friends
Fuck your Christmas, I'm the Grinch
Back to basics
Backpacking again
The room smelling like cheese, niggas out 'rattin' again
All these niggas fleas, niggas jump acting again
I'm handing out awards to these pussies calling them friends
Fuck your Christmas, I'm the Grinch
Pupils diluted, I'm always on my carats but I eyes 'Piru'n
'Crippy with flow, making gangsta chill music
I'm from another century like Buick's, nigga you ain't know classics the coolest
Leg strong like Rugal, hoes still got kudos, niggas bitches like poodles, I ain't got time to be foolish
I observe, reserved 'fore I curve
You identify the tactics of birds, just leave bread crumbs
Dress like a bum, my head ain't dumb, ask her
Ya'll too flashy with your macs but don't keep books
My running team reality crooks, background knows the pain that it took
Fishy niggas, bait em with hooks
Some are bakers and cooks
Crooks!
Keep scheming if you gonna stay dreaming but keep your morals close but niggas treat it like a genie
Ego goals
Should I say more?
Backpacking again
The room smelling like cheese, niggas out 'rattin' again
All these niggas fleas, niggas jump acting again
I'm handing out awards to these pussies calling them friends
Fuck your Christmas, I'm the Grinch
Creative haywire like Lil Wayne's rebirth
Been Illmatic since Nas dropped Ether
Human or Martian? I am neither
I'm here to tell you I can rap better than your favorite off the reefer
Hoes still mad, Shether
I'm what a bitch need but she really deserves neither, clearly not a keeper
Cause niggas try to score, amateurs, check my repertoires, goals across the board
The flows I bend like centerfolds, I'm the biggest throwback you've heard since Tumi and Skwatta Kamp have been the Goats
OG's, the Locs, peep my approach, the lines like Biggie and I ain't even notorious
Jesus
Get off of the Bay kings, penis before I squeeze and bust.
Yes I'm
Backpacking again
The room smelling like cheese, niggas out rattin' again
All these niggas fleas, niggas jump acting again
I'm handing out awards to these pussies calling them friends
Fuck your Christmas, I'm the Grinch
Credits
Writer(s): Chad Mankayi
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