Lyrics:
dicks And I'm back at it She want the pipe she a crack addict I go all night like I'm backpacking It's on sight aint no backtracking Said I'm back at it
Take the past and let it burn Past the point of no return Bad habits to unlearn Time taken under curve Backpacking in my mind Looking for a new trail
Yes sir Back to basics Backpacking again The room smelling like cheese, niggas out 'rattin' again All these niggas fleas, niggas jump acting again
if a penny's saved up And if you never pay first, then you'll never make a buck See i like to have fun but I'd rather have funds And a backpacking
on the table She a fiend I'm a rap addict Niggas seen me down never out Now I'm back at it Aiming for bag keep it on me like I'm backpacking Stuck inside
Sacha on top Of a hill we love with sunshine on Head in the clouds, feet on the ground Backpacking fears, with glitter on Sacha wants to write a book But
planning And I don't understand How everything goes back To the plan of us Running through Germany fields While backpacking all through the years So While
myself For just a moment For just a moment Then i got back into focus Now I'm backpacking I'm rolling No more backtracking That's OD All You niggas that
hanging with hooligans Couple yougins just sitting on the stoop Way too school for cool breaking rules Rap pack and backpacking on the move Hubert Pack
the wristwatch Hate to brag but backpacking, that's hip hop Write my life and make sure that the script hot And pray the kids watch, if not These niggas know If
the wristwatch Hate to brag but backpacking, that's hip hop Write my life and make sure that the script hot And pray the kids watch, if not These niggas know If
slept on me (Snore) On all you nay sayers, you'll take it back The snake and bat is in heaven and (War) Me you, filleting you, you backpacking Back
good with this Fucking shorty that’s no lie I make a straight girl cry Turn a dyke bitch bi Twenty-eight no backpacking but I’ll Flip this pack my desert
he pac-man can you get with that man let's gone take it back to the roots before them backpacking rappers with them hoodies and boots before Sam
as two Blacks Standing ovation, get you clapped Debating most these backpacking rappers, got two straps My cadence half Meth, half amazing, that's two
happened They label me a backpacking nigga on fashion I laugh at them though Mr West I ain't mad at ya See he in his soul mode I'm in my go go Only thing in
zone I'm not a kid anymore, now I'm grown No backtracking, I move forward Still backpacking, still awkward Got my hustle on the side Put the hustle
heading down to Avalon With two Femme Fatale knapsacks backpacking like a couple of vagabonds Je m'appelle RZA Rector MC bone collector Telekinetic
Niggas starting out this year and thing they Mozart I'm on that positive, get a lot of money quick Rock-the-ass-gangbanging-backpacking
ears and face your worst fears Tears rolling down your cheek Can't speak trying to keep a [?] streak against deep They Snapchatting, backpacking too
whatever your backpacking cyphering name is Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you say in it I'd never involved you But you had to add your two
They consider this shit backpacking when a nigga just love rapping Club packing, word flipping acronym acrobating Verb spitting and nouns only your
seed Packed in liked packaged food On the black sea, Backpacking thru the furtherest reach Swinging from a strange branch Check point name stamp
backpacking raps slacking Played out like white tees and snap rapping Laffy taffy in baggy jeans It's over for 'em they crying Jordan I mean the saddest meme
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