[PackFM]
I’m very gully, versatile
The rap definition of wild, I wrote graffiti as a grownup
Leave a track in stitches, you could say I got it sewn up
The ATF’s suspicious, ain’t a spot that I ain’t blown up
A long time coming, got you thinking “what’s the hold up?”
This coulda been a single if Domingo picked his phone up
Now can I kick it? Sho ‘nuff, I’m lethal as hell
Track record’s automated, it speaks for itself
I’m the most high spittin', gold mine hittin’
Old guy sittin’ watching Robot Chicken
Cuz it’s no competition, got no pot to piss in
And no signs of quittin', I’m so optimistic
A monkey on my back with a chip on his shoulder
That the old block is missing, the whole plot thickens
The game done changed the whole price of admission
But I pimped the system, and sold my ticket
Listening to my old shit, I’m like “no I didn’t”
Should come as no surprise though I know I’m gifted
I flow like this, I get so fly with it
I be in the sky gettin’ to know my limits
I stay over heads, you’d prolly go five minutes
Then turn to ya man and be like “Oh, I get it”
Move slow? You might miss it, so why risk it
If you know time’s tickin'L? Don’t get it twisted
This is unadulterated truth, raw non fiction
I’m official with that old time killin’
Them ig'nant niggas who insist on flippin’
Oh don’t mind them, shit, those my n*ggas
I don’t mind trickin’ to go find chickens
To throw my dick in, no I’m kiddin’
I don’t buy shit bitch, so, stop trippin’
Big girls don’t cry, so why both eyes drippin’?
Walk a mile in my shoes, word to my blisters
I’m on my mission to multimillions
So while I rack ‘em in, go ask ya friends
You know PackFM? Then go buy his shit