[Verse]
Yeah, yeah!
Yo this the backpacker's finest
2019 who got they backpacks to tightest?
Fucking liars! (36 years old)
On the microphone curly words, flying air hose when they hear my tone
I try to hold my conscience
Side of me by my sodomy
But post got me writing so violently
I can't find peace in the beats from the beast
From the west named west to the east down south to the streets
One mic, cypher complete, cycle compete, delete
Eat mc's, eat beef, eat treats that you keep between your sheets up
Fucking push your teeth couldn't believe in NYC
I've seen Pusha T in the streets
'Cause I'm a fucking G; real recognize real
And that nigga seen me, bro
What does that mean if you came to see me?
B-L-U, nigga, no E
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