Team Backpack
PRO’verb Rooftop Freestyle
[Verse 1:]

Ice in my damn veins
Carried full of prescriptions that I just can't name
Yet I'm still on the campaign
So what you see up on that cam's pane
Im transforming, recording them camcorders
I'm having a cam quarter
Your mans will get manslaughtered
I'm hot, probably damaged my hand warmers
That's why all these fans on us
They try to throw sand on us
Cause all these beaches in here
Club attire, but nobody sneak us in here
All this dope, think big Meech is in here
Nobody sleeping all you see is Z's in the air
Because I'm in my element
My LMNO's make them irrelevant
She celebrate but she celibate
And she still trying to F with a G
Okay, let her in
Sum it up, I got ADD, need amphetamine
No, am fed I mean
How we hungry when we just been [?]
I'm in the scope so much I can text [?]
The boy dope like, why dont you go and check my fiends
Watch me double paper hater double check my genes
Right, see I'm a lion and a king
So watch the emperor on the track, nah mean?
They like, let us in
I tell them bring the lettuce in
Cause if you bred to win
You know you need the bread to win
My hostel can be hostile
Or hospitable depending on which room that you met us in
Move with a president
Was it jack ass?, now I'm moving the elephant
With the trunk in the front
And and a driver thats nuts
Fox next to me looking comfortable
As a [?] pool full of gelatin
Whips and chains like I'm cool with the S&M
No safe word, I abuse all the letters, man
But I'm sleep though
Eyes wide shut
I ball late night
ZZ's on the Letterman