Uh It's just me and my backpack Uh It's just me and my backpack School, pencil, table beat Hella cypher, we was rappin' Back when it was me and my backpack (uh) Lunch battles, mega cyphers, we went off the top Have y'all forgot when it was me and my backpack? Rolling out to skate sessions, DC shoes, plain deck and heelflipping Me and my backpack (uh) Baggie jeans, black hoodies Spray can, headphones, roll out (me and my backpack) Backpack, backpack Got mine on, rock it to the cypher Write some fire, spit (spit) Spin fire wheels, ride the hill, try unreal Tricks and land it sketchy Uh, my deck is what I pledge to as I'm looking for the ledges Gangster, fall, get up Fall again, keep tryin', backpack keeps slidin' Bull slidin' Grip tape rippin', that won't stop me From landing this trick, I got it Who got it on film? (I got it) Game of SKATE, wait bro, I'm not gon' lose, hit Casper flips Shove a rewind, see, I land mine so fast, so quick Slow, slow Kick flip out that tail slide, hell, I'm nice, fam I'm so high might hit this grind slide (wanna be great) Tip toe, touch the ground, not satisfied I must land this perfect (uh) In the end, it will be worth it I say: Don't quit, don't quit Gotta land this shit, so the world could scream out: Oh shit, oh shit Did it all when it was me and my backpack I do this! You play with the other side The spirits form you have arrived There is no turning back There is no turning back Play with the other side The spirits form you have arrived Yeah Off a bottle of Cîroc or we smacked We gon' get back to that It's too early to end you I'm still tryna befriend you Notice I ain't never say a name I was just tryna entertain your claim Beef might be on your menu The lame in you couldn't withstand the pain Of the comments sayin' every drop you had got abolished I was too polished (For real) I hope you pick me, though You Leopold-lusting-loving-no-pick-me show Niggas who got fucked be predictable (sheesh) Battle rap angles with the pass down Daylyt saving bars, stand down Solar eclipse raps played out But I see you, nigga You in your light year flow My buzz don't need you, nigga It's time to bleed you, nigga Four bar patterings rhyming all with great white (uh, huh) Fourth bar, something, something Then add Daylyt (uh, huh) Walk right into my K, gun party (uh, huh) Talk to Lyt, then at Ray, son garbage Came in this game invincible (I did it) Created every angle for you niggas to use My mission show My vision been in 20/20 ways since ninety-nine At twenty-five, they saying my overall ninety-nine Nineteen ninety-nine, when I was nineteen, I probably shot 'bout ninety nines I Gino Green jacket niggas, nighty-night I put you DB low, presidential Rollie Clock got you really looking sleepy ___ You play with the other side The spirits form you have arrived There is no turning back There is no turning back Uh, there's an old s--