Backpack Rap Styles P (Ft. Cassandra the Goddess)

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Used to transport in the Jansport
Soul's on fire, who's gettin' the fanned off?
Don't wait for hand off, get you your own team
My sleep's a piece of shit, it been lyin' the whole dream
Had to see the path, yeah, write out my own scheme
They ain't see the vision so I got me my own screen
I could be silent, still have my own scream
Illuminatin' ghosts, yeah, I got me my own beam
Beamin' wit' the B's on 'em, ease on 'em when I squeeze on 'em
This is verbal murder whenever the P's on it
Spray ground bag at the front if you want
'Cause you niggas know I dump way more than bars (You know)
Another spray ground bag in the trunk, mini pump
If I'm goin' on the hunt, you gettin' more than scarred
This is backpack ghost, keep your backpack close
Me and Berner make a strain called, "Backpack smoke"

[Chorus: Cassandra the Goddess & Styles P]
It's that backpack rap that you missin'
Have you in your backpack
And your whack raps and your whack facts
And your whack trap's outta comission
It's D-Block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch
It's that backpack rap that you missin'
Have you in your backpack
And your whack raps and your whack facts
And your whack trap's outta comission
It's D-Block, you gotta be kiddin', (Yo) bitch (Huh)