back in my bag - packy lyrics
[intro]
h-llo i’m packy
i’m here doing the one take being blessed
[verse 1]
yeah, uh
on my j. cole warm up flow
i pay homage, y’all can’t afford us though
boil out like a donut hole, my sh-ts sweet huh?
k!ll a beat, put it 6 feet
better dig deep if you want bars with me
y’all should work, i should be where the party be
i don’t gotta rap better ’cause i’m already me
still i’m in the booth putting r-e-ps in
got enough heat now to f-ck y’all seasons
keep y’all reasons, duck y’all offers
old heads hate, better cuff y’all daughters
back in my bag with it, they mad with it
kids from the city got hope ’cause pack did it
we on the road, got dough and a bad chick
ol’ girls on my line tell ’em “as if”
been there, done that, bad biz
onto new sh-t
got a bunch of hits like the new kids
i just sunk y’all ship, you got loose lips
i’m in your mouth so much you need toothpicks
barely laughing at it
only time you keep it a hundred is with your batting average
i got big plans
came in the game gunning like a six-man
y’all running in quicksand, i can’t save ya
look at the pimp hand, i’m that player
talking all that jazz, i’m a sax player
name a state in the country, i’m a taxpayer
we movin’
[verse 2]
yeah, uh
i won’t slow down nada
young prodigy that don’t rock prada
i don’t ride the wave, i wave the wand
and i reveal all the wack -ss rap like voila
there it is, here i go
in a better place than i was just a year ago
caught up in the light, people thought it was a miracle
now i realize that the flow is just a vehicle
vroom, vroom
straight to the dome of the kid with the dream
and a pen and some headphones
all i ever did is work for it
lot of people thought it, i found the words for it
y’all can’t hate this
last of the real and the d-mn thing switched
flip-flop hoes i don’t handshake with
’bout that life, on my campaign sh-t
god made me the man, but the man made this
[outro]
yeah
one take
thank you jake
what up samson, you a beast
shoutout danny greeman
michigan baby
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