Charles Intro:
(Woah)
Backpack Raps where it at
Yo i got every i need on my Laptop bro and my phone, don't need a desktop
Woah, Uh huh
Run it back Uh
Lets go
Charles Hook:
Backpacks raps where you at
From the basement to the top floor
Backpack Raps where you at
Run it back like its track
Bout to hit the sack
Ry Verse 1:
Wake up everyday go to class
Puttin the minimum, imma barley pass
I ain’t sleeping but I still make cash
5ifty 5ive on I 95 Roscoe Dash
Pull up in the Maybach like I’m Spike Jones
Balling out like I’m Mike, Sike Karl Malone
In my feelings with a bud light, Post Malone
And your bitch just be wildin, callin my phone
Ry Hums: MMMMM, MMMMMM, MMMMM, MMMMM, MMMMM MMMMM
Back against the wall like I’m wearing vlone
I’m a Bronco bitch like it’s no fly zone
Charles Verse 1:
Back with the Raps, Just needed some space
Backpack raps like we ratpack (Woah)
I was inspired by cudi and ye
But i ain't celebrating, working hard
Mind to paper, Ink Like LSD
Made the EP called it Messy waves
Memory Card save bout to save my verse (Bro)
But i pull up in the hearse ( Woah)
Bro, my freestyle verse sound like garbage
Need a second Rewrite Bro
Pre chorus
And you know I stay sassy with it (Woah)
I gotta stay classy with it (What )
And you know I keep actin different
Got the moves like I’m on some Michael Jackson shit
Charles Verse 2:
Woah, Walked in Rocking Tan vans
Dudes don't want to talk unless you make ten bands
Or styling ray bans cross your face (Woah)
Pull Up in the Two-Door Jeep
Got everything i need bro
Ultra-Lightbeam in soho (Woah)
No Sheep Shit, I got my own style
That is why its called a freestyle bro
No name calling shit, i ain't hostle
Unless we haven't talk in a while
(Ry Phone Call) : I caught that shit like a free-throw bro
Imma be litty like the heat
Lets Fucking Get it
Ry Verse 2:
(Woah, Yeah)
Shawty wanta ball on my team
Like space jam you know my bunny hops so mean
Off white Stan smiths, vanilla ice cream
Keepin retro cause I don’t like to go mainstream
She be living life Dominicana
She so bad smokin on the Marjuana
Did I say that she look like Moana
Cause I’m feelin inspirational like Obama
Counting up stacks man fuck a comma
If you got shit to say I don’t want no drama
Ride in the whip man no Yokohama
No getting love from you (Yo) , but from your baby mama (ok)
Charles Verse 3:
Did you hear that fucking last verse
We balling harder than lebron james bro (Woah)
From my best friends basement
To the third floor of my college dorm
Working my ass off in the Studio
Dudes Asking me where the Tracks at
Where the racks at
Where the collabs at
Bitch go do jumping jacks
I don't want to hear it
I am energized and focused
Ending:
Backpack-Raps where it at ( Bro )
Backpack-Raps where it at ( Yo )
Got everything i need in my backpack
Laptop, Midi-Keyboard
Now we about to kick some tracks bro ( woah )
Backpack raps
Where it at ( Yuh )
Alright there we go
(Woah)
Backpack Raps where it at
Yo i got every i need on my Laptop bro and my phone, don't need a desktop
Woah, Uh huh
Run it back Uh
Lets go
Charles Hook:
Backpacks raps where you at
From the basement to the top floor
Backpack Raps where you at
Run it back like its track
Bout to hit the sack
Ry Verse 1:
Wake up everyday go to class
Puttin the minimum, imma barley pass
I ain’t sleeping but I still make cash
5ifty 5ive on I 95 Roscoe Dash
Pull up in the Maybach like I’m Spike Jones
Balling out like I’m Mike, Sike Karl Malone
In my feelings with a bud light, Post Malone
And your bitch just be wildin, callin my phone
Ry Hums: MMMMM, MMMMMM, MMMMM, MMMMM, MMMMM MMMMM
Back against the wall like I’m wearing vlone
I’m a Bronco bitch like it’s no fly zone
Charles Verse 1:
Back with the Raps, Just needed some space
Backpack raps like we ratpack (Woah)
I was inspired by cudi and ye
But i ain't celebrating, working hard
Mind to paper, Ink Like LSD
Made the EP called it Messy waves
Memory Card save bout to save my verse (Bro)
But i pull up in the hearse ( Woah)
Bro, my freestyle verse sound like garbage
Need a second Rewrite Bro
Pre chorus
And you know I stay sassy with it (Woah)
I gotta stay classy with it (What )
And you know I keep actin different
Got the moves like I’m on some Michael Jackson shit
Charles Verse 2:
Woah, Walked in Rocking Tan vans
Dudes don't want to talk unless you make ten bands
Or styling ray bans cross your face (Woah)
Pull Up in the Two-Door Jeep
Got everything i need bro
Ultra-Lightbeam in soho (Woah)
No Sheep Shit, I got my own style
That is why its called a freestyle bro
No name calling shit, i ain't hostle
Unless we haven't talk in a while
(Ry Phone Call) : I caught that shit like a free-throw bro
Imma be litty like the heat
Lets Fucking Get it
Ry Verse 2:
(Woah, Yeah)
Shawty wanta ball on my team
Like space jam you know my bunny hops so mean
Off white Stan smiths, vanilla ice cream
Keepin retro cause I don’t like to go mainstream
She be living life Dominicana
She so bad smokin on the Marjuana
Did I say that she look like Moana
Cause I’m feelin inspirational like Obama
Counting up stacks man fuck a comma
If you got shit to say I don’t want no drama
Ride in the whip man no Yokohama
No getting love from you (Yo) , but from your baby mama (ok)
Charles Verse 3:
Did you hear that fucking last verse
We balling harder than lebron james bro (Woah)
From my best friends basement
To the third floor of my college dorm
Working my ass off in the Studio
Dudes Asking me where the Tracks at
Where the racks at
Where the collabs at
Bitch go do jumping jacks
I don't want to hear it
I am energized and focused
Ending:
Backpack-Raps where it at ( Bro )
Backpack-Raps where it at ( Yo )
Got everything i need in my backpack
Laptop, Midi-Keyboard
Now we about to kick some tracks bro ( woah )
Backpack raps
Where it at ( Yuh )
Alright there we go
( Charles.125 )
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