BackPack - Gangmily LLC
Started rapping middle schoolWay too young to have a tool
Kept it in my backpack
Can't share no locker
Pack strapped
I was just a adolescent
Niggas tried to teach me lessons
Nonchalant, I'm never caring
If they tried, would've needed reverend
Taj Mahal, I'm steady steppin
In the door, ain't even repping
Driving Benz and Beemers now
Used to be the Dodge Intrepid
Took some time away and found myself
That's what you call leverage
I went coast to coast to coast
Like a theme park or tall beverage
Turned it to a LLC
Ain't nobody touching me
I do the most and pay the least
She want a shop
Let's sign the lease
Pop my shit
Make pussy's leak
To free my dogs
I'll cut the leash
Won't play no games
Unless it's keeps
These Cookies got me high as Cheech
Hit niggas up
ain't hit me back
He was humble then
This cocky Pack
Call Rio up
He glad I'm back
Won't let this train come off the track
Can't burn no more bridges
Arsonists just get my ass to kiss
Swear that I'ma dog
Well, I'm the biggest like a Mastiff, bitch
Vagina connoisseur
Check the stats, Lil Pack done mastered clits
Might drop this tomorrow
Rio gone head and just master this
Label just emailed me, said they want me, cause I got this shit
Closed that email, turned this beat on
Then I just lost all of it
I'm too big on silence
You gone hardly hear me call a bitch
Leave no paper trail, them RICOS got me thinking twice and shit
Couple niggas hating, I can feel it and they notice it
Drop a track, they never post
Then turn around and call me friend
Don't remember last night
Swear the whole thing look just like a blur
Packtober, just wait it's coming
Time to give you boys a scare
Tell PETA stay out my comments
Need me some Alaskan fur
Treat me like the Son of God
Bring me Frankincense and Myrrh
Written by:
Maurice Smith
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