2x Chorus
They say I'm a back packer
Sold crack cash came after
Say I need the lord but fuck the pastor
I'm a D boy caught up in the rapture

Verse 1
My mechanics is different come from savages living
Standing on the corner wita half in ceramics soliciting
Crack to get cash to enhance his condition
Know that pappy is missing know the pastor is dipping
In collection using Jesus as a path for a bidness
On the ave to da bidness only God is my witness
The freedom I feel when Obie calculate digits
Masculate spirit incoherent to fear
The feeling you get when you accumulate gear
Maneuvering vehicles fucking beautifuls rear
Use to the usual who'd knew you get here
From the sewage where dudes lose before the adhere
This Atlas is huger than anything that Cha fear
I perservered from crack went from ghetto to MAP
International Trice I can settle for that facts

2x Chorus
They say I'm a back packer
Sold crack cash came after
Say I need the lord but fuck the pastor
I'm a D boy caught up in the rapture
Verse 2
Pray for me lat-uh-ly demons intervening Obie place for peace
Erase the streets erase the beef
I'm a human being I just need space to breathe
Seeing death around the corner feeling like I'm a foreigner
He don't correspond with none of these n***as formulas
I see the thong in Yas sumin wrong wit chas ya type of corniness never could get along with us
I belong in a zone that's only my own
From a habitat eating bologna in hud homes
First to one fifth homie we gon flip
We ain't satisfied til her bottom lip skips
Bottom line trying get rich
Praying the same time to make it out this bitch shit
My experience never matches you idiots
You wasn't living this

2x Chorus
They say I'm a back packer
Sold crack cash came after
Say I need the lord but fuck the pastor
I'm a D boy caught up in the rapture