Copped the Fanny Pack Lyrics

Fanny pack on my waist for utilities

Never waste a word, eco-friendly rap abilities

Starving like a fast, but don't question my agility

Currency's nice, but don't really want to kill a tree

Aye, stick to the beat like a sticker

Nuts on the track, my flow covered in Snickers

Satisfied only when tracks start to shimmer

People hear words but don't see the big picture

Baby steps towards it, hear patters & pitters

Amongst the masses, just one in the litter

Tryna stand out like a van with the spinners

People talk shit, but their words are for dinner

Don't talk with food in your mouth

Grown ass people pout

Chose a different route

That is what life is about

Life is a garden, you know I go dig it

Straight out the nest with the way that I wing it

Wrestle with time like I'm wearing a singlet

Know I'll stay Winnie like Pooh Bear & Piglet

Copped the fanny pack, it's where I keep my stuff

Pockets filled, yeah, they never were enough

Too much going on, couldn't juggle all at once

Now I'm hands free, got that pack up on my front

Copped the fanny pack, it's where I keep my stuff

Pockets filled, yeah, they never were enough

Too much going on, couldn't juggle all at once

Now I'm hands free, got that pack up on my front

On the front of my person, I'm slurring the sermon

I'm swerving on curving roads, curve of the learning

The tires are burning, the finish uncertain

I'm flirting with curtain to keep it from purging

My purpose, it recently rose to the surface

Doing stunts, I should've been in the circus

Anxious of outcomes but I don't get nervous

Finding the answers, good customer service

I serve it like volleyball, ping-pong, or tennis

Never got plaque, yeah, that's word to my dentist

Slowly keep building like debt from my credits

I am who I am, yeah, I rarely use edits

Pockets overflowing

I had to keep going

Started controlling

I quit with the folding

Copped the fanny pack, it's where I keep my stuff

Pockets filled, yeah, they never were enough

Too much going on, couldn't juggle all at once

Now I'm hands free, got that pack up on my front

Copped the fanny pack, it's where I keep my stuff

Pockets filled, yeah, they never were enough

Too much going on, couldn't juggle all at once

Now I'm hands free, got that pack up on my front