Backpack

Do you wanna feel a rapper? Baggy pants and my backpack You wanna see me on the stage On the set, on the mic Imma bright with my snapback Yeah, Baggy pants and my backpack Imagine to be launched way backback I'm not hinting to a flashback It's late that night, you gotta take out the trashbag Your family struggling, you need a cashstack It's school time, the bus comin', tryna catch dat These bullies picking on you, what if you slap back? They keep pressuring you with some blackmail The plucky answer get your back cracked Geez, what a stoop, looklike a hunchback It's night time again, straight to bed Headphones on and it goes the track, yup Do you wanna feel a rapper? Baggy pants and my backpack You wanna see me on the stage On the set, on the mic Imma bright with my snapback I'm using the crassest possible terms Life turds, never be lurkin around the corner Almost absurd, that's what is life in rap songs, that you heard I'm just not that person of means that you may believe Nor I can say that my tale is bloodcurdling It lacks of heart-shacking scenes, stop judging me Claiming me to be a fucking lucky teen On the counter, I've always had a meal Mama and Papa raising money, and I haven't had to kneel I could chill, but not always a vacation, and occasionaly I reel Don't trip on me, have we cut a deal? Would you really cry for me? I don't think anybody could believe in me But I don't care But the music cries while we look back to our fallacies And I Sing in front of my mirror tryin' to forget my crimes And try to fly high all my life Do you wanna feel a rapper? Baggy pants and my backpack You wanna see me on the stage On the set, on the mic Imma bright with my snapback