Backpack Raps Lyrics

Yeah

Some backpack raps

Hehe

Aye yo

Life's a bitch and then you die yeah we knew that

But screw that

I'll toast to the future now where the crew at

It's FTB until I'm 6 feet deep

Yeah we done started a movement

A leader never been a sheep

So I don't follow the crowd

I'm tryina make my own lane

Lost a lot in this life but I still got more to gain

Never take for granted the fans who been waitin for the day

I blow like Nagasaki on everyone ignoring the name

Verses pour from my mind like that Kentucky Bourbon

But I was born in the chi my mentality's urban

Never was sure bout my purpose but I know one things for certain

I came here to fuck up the game til I'm wanted for murder

Gotta be honest tho I know I got talent and I'm driven

To make my vision come to fruition

No indecision

Achieved a lot in life that some said I wouldn't

So what's the difference when it comes to this rap shit they sayin I couldn't

Bound to fail, I ask em why

Cause I'm white, in my thirties I got a family n work a normal fuckin job

You must be kidding man that fuels the fire

And I'm prepared as I get bigger for haters to put me through the wire

But I won't let it bring me down I got that tunnel vision

Like a horse in the derby I'm just focused on winning

Passin up my peers no wonder why I'm always grinning

But when it comes to my enemies my trigger finger itching

Don't like the negativity I'm only movin up

So if you ain't with me on the grind then how can you say I don't do enough

Soon enough they all gon see I've proved enough and rock with it

All from the bottom there ain't no stoppin it

Musics my passion and I made a promise

To always crush whatever the fuck was in front of me so let's be honest

Do I

Hell yeah they know the flow dumb

And one things for certain if you don't chase your dream it won't come

But you can't ever chase your dream if you don't run

So I'm gunnin for the tip top homie and then some

Make it a habit of smashin raps in my backpack like snack packs

I got my cap backwards

Listening to Mac Miller

Got some Nikes on my feet

Running them laps around my peers

But they too proud n cocky to admit defeat

But I ain't takin prisoners

They on my plate it's time to eat

Its time to show em what I'm bout

Cause then they'll want a fuckin feature

What a piece

That's cool tho

I really can't blame em

They'd rather do a track with your boy cause they wont be gettin nowhere if they hate him

But in the end I love this hip hop shit

So I'm gone

Got a plane to catch

Kick rocks bitch