“BACKPACK” - Intellectual

[Intro: Daylyt]

It’s just me and my backpack

[Hook: Daylyt]

School, pencil, table beat

Hella cyphers, 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)

Baggy jeans, black hoodies

Spray can, headphones, roll out (Me and my backpack)

Backpack, backpack

[Verse 1: Daylyt]

Got mine on, rock it to the cypher

Write some fire, spit (Spit)

Spitfire wheels, ride the hill, try unreal

Tricks and land it sketchy

Uh, my deck is what I pledgе to as I’m looking for the ledges

8 stair, fall, gеt up

Fall again, keep tryin', backpack keeps slidin'

Board 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

[Segue: Daylyt,

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]

I do this!

You play with the other side

The spirits form you have arrived

There is no turning back

Play with the other side

The spirits form you have arrived

[Verse 2: Daylyt]

(Yeah)

Off a bottle of Ciroc 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 ___

[Outro: [?], Daylyt]

You play with the other side

The spirits form you have arrived

There is no turning back

Uh, there's an old s—