Team Backpack - Marshall Payne, Catalyst, Fredo lyrics

I'm coming out shooting like a crazy Texan
But there's no doubt about it
They kill it California is
The state I'm repping
Y'all should pay attention
And appreciate this lesson
If you're on the path to greatness we're
Both heading in the same direction
So go and roll the dice
My flow is cold as ice
Plus I give dope advice like
I'm old and wise
I got a bunch of crazy homies like Obe Trice
And we all going for the
Money like Kobe's wife
Here in The Bay we breed bar spitters
Hard liquor sipping, swishing cigar splitter
Far sicker than the Spanish Flu
It's Marshall Payne in this bitch and I'm
Running all up in the cameras view
Making my mark like a Scarlet Letter
I know you like this shit so far
But wait this last part is better
It becomes clear every time I
Put my bars together
That I'm the best white
Rapper named Marshall ever

Yo I'm harder than these bars
A part of me freed God
Life has ups and down, so pardon the seesaw
You dishing, quit playing sorority b ball
I'm really Base jumping it's more
Than a free fall the biggest mistake
Made conforming to these laws
I guess they like Cat, hold up and ease off
My crop is like Jack's, tall as a Beanstalk
We know G-MO
And kill 'em until his heart stops
When they bust me
Nah nah they never can touch me
Rest in peace Joe Pa, fuck Jerry Sandusky
Give me Penn Grade
Like I got the power to enhate
But talk shit
You can take a shower at Penn State
We paste here, in my way and just stay clear
I'm hungry and there's more than just
The money at stake here
Never parallel, if compared and sells
I ain't selling out
I'm just trying find where to sell

What up nephew it's the F to the rescue
Serving you a plate of STFU
Pretty women step too
I'm just trying to sex boo
Maybe get some head oo
While I make your legs move
I swear I specialize depth from my enterprise
All you see is black
Make you see the world through Mega's eyes
I'm best described as the best and
All the rest can die
Gasoline drench your pant leg
While you electric slide
Do the running man, fetch a rhyme
They calling me Sean
James Bond yesterday tomorrow never dies
All I write is thorough
Big shark with an iron dorsal
All that rebel get ate like my Giant's logo
Skull and cross bones duck when
I pull the crossbow
Arrows that make the bully
Auto bullets follow
I spit noise so get point accurate
I'm about flip and smoke a
Big joint after this