LightPo - Eastpak Lyrics

Yeah, it's LightPo
Got the Eastpak in the west, send the west pack to the east
Ran up my money, now my shoes say double c
I be rocking more exclusive shit than double g
I swear you only cashing out on shit they got in the back
If I push up to the front line best believe I double back
If I walk in and I cash out best believe I get it back
Selling all this shit just like I'm selling all these bricks of crack
Need a pyramid of money, needa run me up a sack
If I walk inside a Saks I'm stopping at the best rack
Ran up my racks, now all these bitches tryna show they tits
I be rocking with myself, because I can't rock with a bitch
I don't play games, like Nintendo, I swear all they do is switch
I don't talk very much, I listen, and pick up on all they shit
I don't walk very much, I'm pimping, that's why I walk with a limp
I can't fuck with nobody, I swear the only shit they do is simp
And I be high as fuck all the time like I'm riding on a blimp
All you care about is paper, got no substance, fuck that shit
I walk in the club with money, and I'm yelling throw that shit
They use to count me out, now I'm at tables cashing in
This bitch wants me to come pull out, I'm already pulling in
Applied at Frito Lay, I told them I know how to stack my chips
And I'm used to all these sauces, cuz I go in and then I dip
Got the Eastpak in the west, send the west pack to the east
Fuck a couple hundred dollars, need a million at least
With yo bitch on the side, but I still keep my piece
Working hard, I do the most, so why the fuck you do the least
I paid cash for all of my shit, you just went and signed a lease
I'm good with the paper, but my name don't appear on paper
I be telling lies, but I swear Imma real truth sayer
I'm a instigator, if I hear they talk bout making paper
Prolly really good at tag, because I'm used to chasing paper
I'm a boss man drinking scotch, I'm feeling like I'm don draper
He a rapper on the net, but in real life hear he a raper
If you ain't talking money, Imma have to see you later
And I'm feeling like the man, I got my business name on paper
Year of the rat, better watch out, your friend could be the taper
Young paper chaser, had to sacrifice to live my life
Live by the gun, how the fuck you dying by a knife
Had to left em in the past, because I'm only doing right
Crazy how you drop a fire song and blow up in 1 night
Alright
Blow up in 1 night
I just had to get right

Yeah, it's LightPo
Got the Eastpak in the west, send the west pack to the east
Ran up my money, now my shoes say double c
I be rocking more exclusive shit than double g
I swear you only cashing out on shit they got in the back
If I push up to the front line best believe I double back
If I walk in and I cash out best believe I get it back
Selling all this shit just like I'm selling all these bricks of crack
Need a pyramid of money, needa run me up a sack
If I walk inside a Saks I'm stopping at the best rack
Ran up my racks, now all these bitches tryna show they tits
I be rocking with myself, because I can't rock with a bitch
I don't play games, like Nintendo, I swear all they do is switch
I don't talk very much, I listen, and pick up on all they shit
I don't walk very much, I'm pimping, that's why I walk with a limp
I can't fuck with nobody, I swear the only shit they do is simp
And I be high as fuck all the time like I'm riding on a blimp
All you care about is paper, got no substance, fuck that shit
I walk in the club with money, and I'm yelling throw that shit
They use to count me out, now I'm at tables cashing in
This bitch wants me to come pull out, I'm already pulling in
Applied at Frito Lay, I told them I know how to stack my chips
And I'm used to all these sauces, cuz I go in and then I dip
Got the Eastpak in the west, send the west pack to the east
Fuck a couple hundred dollars, need a million at least
With yo bitch on the side, but I still keep my piece
Working hard, I do the most, so why the fuck you do the least
I paid cash for all of my shit, you just went and signed a lease
I'm good with the paper, but my name don't appear on paper
I be telling lies, but I swear Imma real truth sayer
I'm a instigator, if I hear they talk bout making paper
Prolly really good at tag, because I'm used to chasing paper
I'm a boss man drinking scotch, I'm feeling like I'm don draper
He a rapper on the net, but in real life hear he a raper
If you ain't talking money, Imma have to see you later
And I'm feeling like the man, I got my business name on paper
Year of the rat, better watch out, your friend could be the taper
Young paper chaser, had to sacrifice to live my life
Live by the gun, how the fuck you dying by a knife
Had to left em in the past, because I'm only doing right
Crazy how you drop a fire song and blow up in 1 night
Alright
Blow up in 1 night
I just had to get right