Funk Volume, TheMobsJEDI, Jarren Benton, Dizzy Wright, Irv Da Phenom - TeamBackPack Cypher 2 lyrics

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
It's really nothing to do so I laugh at 'em
Turn my back and they ain't smilin'
Bad habit's 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

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

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

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!