DESCRIPTION:
Album Million Dollar Backpack

Lyrics

Listen most of these rappers be liars don't know how they be startin,
Takes alot of weed to believe the shit they talkin,
And i don't smoke I'm all for you gettin that shine,
But keep it a hundred yall fronted ninety percent of the time,
These dudes is lyin,
These coke stories is fake,
How you goin have work in 88,
in 88 you was eight years old,
So what the fuck that's bout,
real talk fam yall got to cut dis shit out,
if you ain't lyin bout that den you lyin bout g's,
if it ain't on the mixtape it's on the dvds,
dog you never had work never brought nuttin back,
if you was dealin weight how the fuck they catch you wit packs,
yall playin the game and that game is virtual,
hustle backwards man yall dudes hustle in circles,
and rap it don't need you
monkey see monkey do,
pimp tell these fools what we need them to do.

Hip hop aint dead but tellin the truth is,
stop gettin on wu kid lyin bout what you did,
i mean you kid,
you and your whole crew,
fuck what you did why don't you rap but what you gon do,
lyin bout yo jewels man these dudes funny,
rob em and pawn it can't even get xbox money,
your rhymes not real your tims leanin,
how am i supposed to believe you got a million dollar deal,
oh i know you probably thinkin it's just music,
you thinkin we stupid you thinkin we ain't listenin to it,
you thinkin we don't hear it do you think in your lyrics,
do your spirit feel bad when you look in the mirror,
and me shit i got to check up on ya,
keep livin foul somebody gon put the tek up on ya,
and my aim that's to check tha reps up on ya,
you like t pain you only good with the effect on ya.

come on and (get off the boo boo),
cause your album is doo doo,
i can't see myself rappin bout half the hit that you do, (get off the boo boo)
actin like we never knew you,
never been on a plane keep lyin bout where you flew to, (get off the boo boo),
fam we see through you,
just know a lyin ass rapper is how we all view you so (get off the boo boo...everybody lyin),
keepin up with jones'man everybody's tryin,
i'm a backpack rapper we talk about whose the nicest,
and even i can point out them fake dope prices,
stay in your lil lane,
playin your lil game,
it's a damn shame what yall do for a lil fame,
get a lil name and try to stay in the race,
somebody ask you bout some weight,
and you get the uh oh face,
them stories you told like you with the blow,
we smartened up we aint buyin that shit no more