Backpacks - Jeremiah Jae

Trash man didn’t get the trash today

It’s all good I ain’t got time to waste

Shorty trying floss on that minimum wage

He never seen the ocean but his hair got waves

Ready for another chapter tryin' turn that page

Uline safes holding the gold case

Youngin you just begun in, tryin' be like the greats

Save face, fore we tarnish your name

Throw the varnish on the wood grain

You sleep in the grave

Surprise niggas see me pull up in the wraith

Wrath of the beast I’m uncaged

Deliver that front page, read it and weep

You niggas sweeter then peach

I’m smoking cheeba where the scenery bleak

Palm trees and concrete

It’s chicken and beef

Act tough niggas gritting they teeth

Throw the sign let em know that it’s peace

We out deep in the streets

Everyday you just deep in ya sleep

Niggas know I’m nice

Rather be under rated than over hyped

My nigga I’m still growing

Tryin' show niggas put the pen wheel in motion

Been a broke nigga now I’m after the dough nigga

From the chi nigga so you know I’m a Go-in

Pass the work while it’s snowing

Somewhere foreign

On the slopes snowboarding

You niggas boring

We out touring

Hella days in holland

Im dazed on the holiday feeling like a tourist

The clip and the magazine fit

Its not an article I’m aiming at ya wig

In the Gs5 the scope hid

Took sample back to lab

The process is mad scientist

Im focused on the craft

Taking aircraft trips

Bitch, you waving a white flag

Fuck hoes, it’s cut throat

Leave em on the side of the road

Fuck rap

I Got the product in my backpack

Fuck hoes, it’s cut throat

Leave em on the side of the road

Fuck rap

I Got the product in my backpack

Fuck hoes, it’s cut throat

Leave em on the side of the road

Fuck rap

I Got the product in my backpack

Time keep passin and guys keep asking

When Ima release aspirin?

Increase the peace, passion

Capeesh!

It’s the beast baskin in beats

And I speak madness

Top form, they Art drawn on cheap canvas

We not norm

You throwing rocks at a wasp swarm

Then felt caught when it popped off

And just got gone

From mic checkin to lime sessions

The Mind stretchin

Fill a quartz banger wit live resin

U die stressin

Pressin all rhymers

Sexin all dimes

Pussy lip wit the pumps in my lap at all times

My Skull is a gold mine

I’m not a young lord, I’m a grown God

This Just a young face on an old guy

Pronoun Ver-so

SoCal local

Known round globe now

For profound vocal

What’s the Lo down loco?

They Flow sound so-so

This that great rap

We lay that then play back slow mo

Bro bro

Fuck hoes, It’s cutthroat

These tough quotes like boulders

Just crush bones oh

Fuck rap

I’m sellin sticky off of Snapchat

Half a thingy in the backpack

Green pastures

This work’s what I’m getting back ta

These Niggas should

Simma down na

Like Donna summers backwards

Rappers

Swear they bring me laughter

Everything around me

Probably got it

Off of trap stuff

Fuck hoes, it’s cut throat

Leave em on the side of the road

Fuck rap

I Got the product in my backpack

Fuck hoes, it’s cut throat

Leave em on the side of the road

Fuck rap

I Got the product in my backpack