lirik lagu team backpack – fred the godson & ax | lax to jfk
[fred the godson]
bars is mean, i gotta be lethal
just left charlie sheen, surround myself around positive people, ha
beam on every sh-ll
2 nickle loaded in, i call ’em kenan and kel
you really know me first seen me with a cell
free dre, i just seen him in a cell
y’all should have a baby, i bring a gift for real
’cause you p-ssy, and s-m-n you, ha, you know
far as c0ke, leave my top lock open
trap house, bottom key, i leave the top lock open
rap money is cool, it’s not like smokin’
fiends rip off they shirt, look a lot like hogan
move c0ke in new york, i’m the man, b
in jersey, elizabeth, i done ran d
this dyk- owe me some money, f-ck the grams, b
i want her to have it, that’s the plan b
ironic, ah decisions
lookin’ for you with a 9, might wanna find a religion
he’ll carry the lead, you gon’ ‘member who fred is
i’m livin on the edge with the barrel to your edges
now where the cake, b? ‘fore i get rid of ya
y’all mistakin me, i’ll put a end to ya
guns takin’ 3, forest whitaker
life’s a b-tch, who ain’t for us with her could be a problem
it’s like a fabolous intro on a clue tape
it’s like l-o-x airin’ out flex
it’s like red cafe spittin’ on envy
i’m a hitman with a semi, n-gga, don’t make ’em send me
i’m tom cruise in back of the cab with jamie
umm, i’m just waitin’ for y’all to play me
i’m tryin’ to teach ya, so ya mind be authentic
read what i write in chalk, or be outlined in it
let it run y’all, i’m just about finished
backpack, they can hook it up in a minute
f-ck my radio spins, just take it off
this is backpack sh-t, i’m gettin’ off
so you have crew chance when the plot thicken
and you have a slim chance when the plot thicken
you know homie, he got the glock with him
oh that’s his homie, he gettin’ shot with him
gordo, reload the flame
frederico, they know the name
two matics, two-way traffic, i go insane
play superman, i’ll put ya brains in the lowest lane, god
[axel leon intro]
yeah, yeah
team backpack in the building – what’s up?
check me out
look x3
look, i said:
[axel leon verse]
kickin’ in the door – waving the four-four
’cause my f-cking girl won’t answer the phone and she won’t call
if i break up in this loft and find her on all fours
you gon’ find her on the floor – with blood on the four walls
don’t need many friends – believe me
we beef – and tell me when and tell me where
and i’ll pull up with 50’s “many men” on repeat
and f-ck it all up here – you don’t want static
plus i’m like an empty attic – i don’t got it all up here
i don’t have courtesy
i f-ck her in the bathroom – up agaisnt the gl-ss – vertically
f-ck a dime
i take a bad 6 with some pretty -ss lips – big t-tty -ss b-tch
or a simple fat b-tch who had surgery
cuckoo in the noodle
choking [?]
sic my pitbull on your poodle – you make a move it’s toodles
[?] got the pistol screaming “soo woo”
i’m not a blood – that’s how they love
i’m neutral – screaming “who’ you?”
i feel i’m top 5
i need a brave sl-t to come here in top 5 – then leave
and maybe now and then stop by
and know not to speak in public – we can’t even lock eyes
no eye contact – she better act irritated ’bout her eye contacts
and always mind her f-cking business on who i contact
i’m never level, my life is like the worst tripod
with dreams of being bigger than the first ipod
i’m bout to run up in these labels – tie up these a&rs
like you can’t hear another verse till you tired of playing ours ’cause they only respect pressure
and need to focus on rap instead of the best dresser
that’s why i stick to the streets
i’m hand in hand with the toast
i got the power – ’cause [?] will turn your man to a ghost
you know – look
you can play big willie and doubt me – just know
that the mac will wet willie’s like south beach
anybody can get it – any season you can fall
do nothing out of spite – there’s a reason for it all
you got hit because you sold garbage to the next guy
you got hit for trying to act the hardest down in bedstuy
you got hit for banging on the west side
and you – you got hit for standing right next to the target
like best buy
knee deep in the streets – like [?] in the jeep
i keep peace in the east hitting dc with a [?]
who [?] in a week
i got my b-tches dressing like [?]
no cheap cleats for the teams
this’ a three piece for the beef
i got to buy a suit off of [?] for the grief
[?]
drinking a 3 peat on repeat
[?] with some jeezy on the beat – holla
all about ax to you
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