"Backpackers" as written by and Donald Mckinley Glover Ii....
Alright it's Childish baby, Mr. Talk About His Dick Again
Nerdy ass black kid, whatever man, I'm sick of him
That well spoken token, who ain't been heard
The only white rapper who's allowed to say the N-word
I buy a bunch of 'em and put it on my black card
Now I got some street cred, use it 'till it's maxed out
I got a girl on my arm dude, show respect
Something crazy and Asian, Virginia Tech
She too fine, I do dimes
If not that I'm walking out with two fives
Change my ID for the cops, it's not enough yet
Black male in short shorts, I'm double suspect
Ballin' since '83, half of 'em say gay
Maybe that's the reason I like Lady What-baby's-say
I'm a problem, I'm lame as fuck homie
But I rap like these niggas ain't got shit on me
Fuck the cool kids, not Chuck Inglish
But people who think that hatin' on me makes them distinguished
Like, "What is this nigga doin', rap is for real blacks
I hate that fucking faggot, man he think that we feel that?"
Or "I wrote on rape culture my junior year at Brown
So I'm allowed to say what all his raps are about"
You better shut your mouth before I fuck it
You really hate my lyrics now, or Kid Cudi's? Nigga

Runnin' this thang, money insane
Busy getting brain like Krang
What, what's my name in the woods got these niggas usin' Mapquest
Man, fuck a backpacker

Niggas with OCD, N-W-O
All white like my clothes CW shows
Nigga got signed, it's an anomaly
No cosine, trigonometry
Man these niggas hate me
"Man, fuck you nigga, fuck you nigga!"
They real black like won't show up on your camera phone
They real black like turn the flash on your camera on
They real black take shit, turn it into gold
I'm real black, I survive when the pressure on
Upper echelon, bit my lip when I'm kissin' her
Clash of the titans, baby your tits is titular
Listenin' to some Kiss FM, she wanna hear Nicki Minaj
Super Bass, super face inside a garage
It's not a massage, spa rap with a happy ending
Old niggas wanna assassinate me
It's a shame, these kids was supposed to save rap
Fuck that, boat shoes and a wave cap
"He don't give back," how the fuck can niggas say that?
Summer in November I gave everyone a Maybach
Comin' on that paint back, comin' on that mace took
I'm comin' on some real shit, I'm comin' on her Facebook
Fuck a backpacker with a rhino's dick
I do me like a gyno chick, uh

Runnin' this thang, money insane
Busy getting brain like Krang
What, what's my name in the woods got these niggas usin' Mapquest
Man, fuck these backpackers
Fuck these backpackers
Fuck these backpackers
Fuck these backpackers


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"Backpackers" as written by Donald Mckinley Glover Ii

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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