Rock Lee’s Backpack

Lyrics
Chorus: Now everybody put your hands to the sky If you're tryna get by, my Lord voil� I gotta stay true, ain't a fan of the norm I don't care what they do& nah Verse 1: I'm the plan for the most high I'm suited for the future, backpack and bowtie The women like oh my, they lovin' the soul vibe Surfing these waves, your current thoughts on low tide But I'm ready for whatever, had to put my life on the lever Spirit lives forever, tryna keep it all together Smoother than a Parkay [?] Grew up [?] like a dark age Chillin' where the stars play, clouds underneath him Only one [?] Dreams I speak them, like I'm sleep-talking Rent to own caskets, let 'em keep coffin What'chu know about the grind to the sunrise? Our Father, seeing hunger in his son eyes What'chu know about the people at the bottom Tryna make it to the top? I said I got 'em What'chu know about writing 'til your hands hurting Calling Destiny and never get a answer What'chu know about piling dreams in a backpack Got a fat stack of these fat raps, I don't think you can match that Chorus: My ambition is see-through The whole world they beseech you Do the experience seat you? How to tell failure not to reach you Verse 2: 'cause I'm way past your plateau I'm here to cast light on shadows The latest trends - nah, you can have those I got a ill mind, no I'm not Hopsin Way I write hooks make it look like I'm boxing Shouts to the homie Rob Held me down since the intro Told the world they don't know what they in for Once it was simple, then I made it complex Flows double-X L, tell 'em that I'm next They can't process, take 'em out the program Dodging they memory, I leave 'em with no RAM A slow jam with a little bit of steez Bee's knees, SWV, I got 'em weak, sheesh You ready?
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Credits
- Writers
- Mario Farrow