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shark sinatra, st spittin, glam - team backpack 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-cking 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-tch
or on a the hand what’s at our fingertips
drown it with henny sips
i’ll replenish it

n-ggas keep asking if i still rap
and n-ggas keep asking for that real rap
two strikes two-elevens can’t steal rap
if i ever steal again n-gga 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 b-ss 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-cking 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!ll 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 he-rs-
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
“d-mn, glam doper than drug smoke and talc-m 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

- team backpack lyrics

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