BackPack - Popular

Came up, had to get it out the mud, fuck popularity
Nothing like these boys, I'll take opinions, no comparisons
Took me like four years and that's alright, I'll take my letterman
Need my family living like we won a hundred settlements
Time we spend, I cherish it
Lay on Pack, let's have a kid
Where I'm from a battlefield, cant swim, you need a battleship
Bro just popped another bean and i just lit another clip
I was in the trenches screaming BLM, I matter bitch
Black and proud like Penny P, used to be wit Pretty P
Know I come with enemies, won't let no nigga be the end of me
You the shit, no enema. Still got our movies, cinema
Just told me that she losing weight, damn, I still owe you dinner, huh
Drop the top, no ceilings, Uh
Once I'm in, its critical
Hit eight cities in a month, Pack moving political
Just might need a driver, way too high, I'm only seeing green
Kind of like Shekinah, be like Glory when I make ha sing
In that mode, y'all niggas mean
Check the range, I made the team
Ima bring the balance like that line on all Ya favorite beans
Never changing, quarters up, Serenede, my denim cuts
They been wishing death on gang, It been many men vs Us
Top dawg baby, you ain't fucking with no amateur
My life is a movie, gotta get this shit on camera
Came in with two sisters, look alike, Tia and Tamera
She say say cheese, I tell her please, then shine on her chandeliers
You the kind of person say some bullshit, separate the team
Know your daddy Crippin', told him sorry, gotta let you be
It ain't got no expiration but I'm just to cool to beef
Don't bring it round my gang or family, you'll be my doggie treat
Spitting and shit, I'm Pastor B, do it all like Master P
Florida Boy like Pastor Troy, I still got pussy in Detroit
Last time up in G5, Shawty came to me and took em off
Ain't even have no ones, she saw my leg and said, just break me off
Really from Orlando finna go and open up a Goff's
Down there with the stick and movers, boys act like they play lacrosse
Knowing Ima Gator, don't get it twisted, still wear Lacoste
Took her to Miami, gave a goddam fuck bout what it cost
Lemon pepper, choice of sauce, feeling just like Ricky Ross
Talking about the OG cause I really used to drop em off
Handlebars and heavy bricks, brakes was bad, I used my kicks
Thankful that I went legit, RICO touching every clique
I don't mess with anybody; I like me vs anybody
Yo girl, she was just a body, don't ask me nothing about it
My mind on bigger deposits, gimme head, more sheen than Charlie
Finally went the milky way, fucking with the blackest barbie
Top dawg baby, you ain't fucking with no amateur
My life is a movie, gotta get this shit on camera
Came in with two sisters, look alike, Tia and Tamera
She say say cheese, I tell her please, then shine on her chandeliers
I been praying for this day, been working for this moment
Money make me feel good, way better than diplomas
Told her when we have one, I'll be way more than a donor
Free the guys and all the stoners, y'all ain't spin shit since Corona, man

Written by:
MICHAEL SMITH

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