Backpack - Peabod, Marty

You don’t need a lot to make a dope track

I don’t even need hands 'cause the beat slap

Spend your dollar, homie, that don’t guarantee jack

Everything I need can fit inside my backpack

(Everything that I need) In my backpack

(Everything that I need) In my backpack

Spend your dollar, homie, that don’t guarantee jack

(Everything that I need) Inside my backpack

Laptop-wieldin', drop-dealin' beat-maker

Rap-hop, feelin' bop, seein' spots later

From the knock of the kick-snare haymaker

Lyrics stuck inside your head and on your screensaver (In your head!)

Happy rap and scrappy Macbook enthusiast

Methusela mindest, outlive the trends' influence

I’m makin' music for the homies 'cause I love it

And I don’t need the plugins, I can do it on a budget (Hahaha!)

Steppin' off the airplane with a new beat

Hip-hip for everyone, even your dad will say, «Neat!»

Heat from these melodies makes it hard to sleep

But I’ll keep chasin' dreams like I’m goin' for the three-peat

One, two, three songs with that EP

My studio’s a cheapo Office Depot hero’s evil scheme

My theme song in the key of samples that were free

No money for the royalties unless that royalty’s my queen

You don’t need a lot to make a dope track

I don’t even need hands 'cause the beat slap

Spend your dollar, homie, that don’t guarantee jack

Everything I need can fit inside my backpack

(Everything that I need) In my backpack

(Everything that I need) In my backpack

Spend your dollar, homie, that don’t guarantee jack

(Everything that I need) Inside my backpack

Uh, yeah

It’s the high-flyin', high-fivin', non-violent

Stockpilin' beats on my AirPC, top ramen

Not stoppin' 'til the wheels fall off so eat my dust

I’m Elon Musk, I’m just not the plug, I’m the outlet

Counted out so many times I stopped countin'

But it’s okay (Uh), I would still do this if I wasn’t paid (True)

The hardest-workin' person in the room (Yeah)

The devil works hard but Kris Jenner does too ()

So I’m workin' hard until my dreams come true (Yeah)

Comin' to you live from this hotel room, yeah

Uh, just give it everything you got (Yeah)

And just don’t let these labels make you somethin' that you not (No way)

Yeah, I’m lost inside the industry that hates rap (Yikes)

The Soundcloud rappers with they face tats (Sheesh)

Lord, protect me from these yes-men and fake laughs (Please)

But everything I need is still inside my backpack, whoo

You don’t need a lot to make a dope track

I don’t even need hands 'cause the beat slap

Spend your dollar, homie, that don’t guarantee jack

Everything I need can fit inside my backpack

(Everything that I need) In my backpack

(Everything that I need) In my backpack

Spend your dollar, homie, that don’t guarantee jack

(Everything that I need) Inside my backpack

(Everything that I need) In my backpack

(Everything that I need) In my backpack

Spend your dollar, homie, that don’t guarantee jack

(Everything that I need) Inside my backpack