I'm the type of cat to keep a bag or a backpack when I'm out
With the pad I write my raps in, a laugh track and my mouth
Walking past the shaky hats of the crack rats in the south
And if they ask, I left my cash in a fat stack in my house
I have a problem, a bad past I can't forget
And I can't solve it, a set back time can't correct
It builds my coffin, I know that I won't confess till I'm half dead
That's why I got myself a tactical backpack
Tidy my baggage to help deal with the fact that
I'm paranoid that everybody gets a crack at
Sad lonely people like me
So I got myself a

Tatical backpack
Tatical backpack
Tatical backpack
Tatical backpack

I hear a noise, I avoid
Painting pictures in my mind
With the blood of the thugs
Starving children and a knife
I employ all my toys
Just in case I face a certain situation
I got robbed once, I haven't been the same since
I'm complecent, paranoia wrote the pages
Of the game that everybody's playing
I hope the man that fucking robbed me is okay
I hope his children never have to follow his path someday
But just in case they do, I'm not fucking around, nigga
I'll put a motherfucker six feet on the ground, nigga
I'm paranoid that everybody that's around has their finger on the trigger
Just waiting for Me to slip up
That's why I got myself a tactical backpack
Tidy my baggage to help deal with the fact that
I'm paranoid that everybody gets a crack at
Sad lonely people like me
So I got myself a

Tatical backpack
Tatical backpack
Tatical backpack
Tatical backpack