TeamBackPack Cypher 2

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]

Uh, look, I appreciate the love without the envy

Heard 'em talking down, but we drowned it out into Henny

Traveling to yo city just to show 'em that we running thangs

Drinking still my fucking stomach pains make me wanna change

When the summer came, I ain't even hesitate

I told Dame, put me on the road so I could elevate

I ain't finna wait, I'm straight with nothing to lose

So if I ain't putting in work, its really nothing to do

So I laugh at 'em, turn my back and they ain't smilin'

Bad habits come from old niggas that act childish

Wildin'? Bitch I am beyond that

My bomb sack is bomb based, so fall back, I'm all that

Rebels on my ball cap, man I ain't a fan of shit

Pull up to mess and we gon' do you like Dizaster did Canibus

Have your man's looking sad in the back

The truth hurts when it's all in the facts, Dizzy Wright nigga

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]

Tell Lucifer kick his feet up

I'm 'bout to murder niggas, as soon as the smoke is re’d-up

High School bully, I'm fiending to beat this beat up

And if this bitch is pregnant, I'm probably gon' beat the fetus

Bitch I'm pro-choice it's cheaper than an abortion, I'm crazy!

I'm just joking bitch, come on let's have this baby

Fuck a nightmare, I'll tie a white guy to a white chair

Drop him in the hood, yell "NIGGER!"

Leave him right there, I walk around with hacksaws

And 2 by 4's, cause I don't fight fair

I'm ill enough to gun butt you with the rocket launcher

Mr. Benton, say hello to the Lochness Monster

In a black suburban tea-baggin' a fat virgin

Hold still bitch, or else this gas squirtin'

I'm fighting these voices inside my head

It ain't considered rape cause the bitch was already dead

Benton

[Verse 3: Jedi]

The cops pulled me over said the car they must check

I knew what was up, I'm the usual suspect

So he comes to the car, and he does hella shit

Got the look on his face like he's white and he's rich but

I don't give a shit, cause you know I had L

Sure as registration I could not go to jail

Next thing you know he's like, "What is that smell?"

Then I flashed the club card, he was mad as hell

I just had to share that story on a clean-ass beat

Swear you ain't got soap that's as clean as me

Yeah this game I be usin' abusin' these niggas losin'

What I do I do it on Q, shout out Susan

You can catch me in San Francisco cruisin'

Every time I pop up, the bad hoes choosin'

And look, I ain't tryna be lyrical

But I'm just sayin' I ain't never seen a miracle

Life's cold I got soul as far as spirit go

And look I'm gettin' down but I ain't puttin' up with this livin' though

[Verse 4: Irv da Phenom]

I'm under pressure, but never will I let 'em see me sweat

And though I'm only twenty-three I handle business like a vet'ran

I get up in the booth and get to bussin' like a weapon

I ain't left the last three days, rockin' the same clothes that I slept in

And when I finally do sleep it's only a couple hours

Filled with dreams of bustin' rhymes and me findin' beats to devour

Nowadays we all rappers and everybody's a star

But nobody's takin' time on they rhyme or focused on bars

While these niggas bein' trendy and tryna get on the blogs

I was whippin' slangin' my new shit out the trunk of my car

Wouldn't let myself go home 'til I finished flippin' them all

I'm out of town on my dolo I know there's no driftin' off

I gotta stay awake, make it to the next state

Keep on watchin' for them coppers cause they tryna run my place

If they try to pull me over this might turn into a chase

Cause I'm survivin' on my last, I ain't got no extra cash

To be handin' Uncle Sam while I'm tryin' to fight a case

This is bananas I'm 'bout to go ape -- shit

No love for suckas that's hatin' all on that fake -- shit

Cause there's a mil' out there like uncooked food

In the kitchen, and I just gotta make -- it, Phenom!