Marching Band$ - Packy

I hit a wall when I worry 'bout getting bigger

Last year I got better, yeah

Put the shots up, put the work in

Now the flow just a little wetter

Lockdown kept us off the road but we didn’t fold, I re-upped

Everybody working, how it sound like y’all got good ideas

But that don’t pay the bills

Worry 'bout appearances

Y’all do anything to get the numbers up

Y’all don’t know what perseverance is

Talking how you broke to all your friends

Talking how you rich in all your raps

I been tryna figure that shit out

Came to the conclusion that you cap

Streaming numbers going through th roof

How come we don’t nevr see the fans

You at the concession stands

I don’t think you ever really see the bands

They come marching in but they going out two times faster

Y’all ain’t chasing rings, y’all chasing tails

You got it backwards, damn

Real shit lasts and the fake shit pass

Real shit lasts and the fake shit pass

Real shit lasts and the fake shit pass

Overnight come-up is a trap, yeah-yeah

I’ve learned from the past I gotta trust my intuition

I never liked y’all anyway, y’all be the first ones to end up switchin'

Nobody wanna play position, everybody is a starboy now

Everybody ain’t built for it though, no wonder you a ballboy now

I went to listen to 'Bout That Life

Young Pack in a Syracuse-type zone that year, lockdown

Everybody takin' shots on me got boxed out

Everybody want the throne but I did it better my way, Pop Style

Running circles on the field, people getting cropped out

Ain’t no way that I can stop now, all the breaks cut

I spent like all my time in the lab and I figured out how to make love

Even when they didn’t stay down, I stayed up

Took pay cut after pay cut

Got paid-up finally, that shit was straight up timely

Real shit lasts and the fake shit pass

Real shit lasts and the fake shit pass

Real shit lasts and the fake shit pass

Overnight come-up is a trap, yeah-yeah