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Dear rap game, back on my B.S.
Sincerely yours, young Pack, oh, and P.S.
I'm sick of all these trollin' ass, stuntin' ass, clown ass
No-talent-havin' ass, lazy ass rappers
Punchin' every line like they crazy asthmatic
Bling below freezing, music below average
Fuck are y'all sayin'? Swear you mentally challenged
Dare you try and come at me on a beat and do some damage
You amateur, you a flash in the pan, I got the stamina
(Yeah)
Viagra, I go fucking hard
(Yeah)
I be on the mic, y'all in front of cameras, stomping yard
If I get a hit, it won't be an accident, bumper cars
(Skrrt)
My days chillin' all gone
I was comfortable being big fish, small pond
Now I'm back on my underdog
The unknown juggernaut, y'all gonna duck or nah?
Uppercut so hard, hit you in the upper jaw
(Dang)
Killin' disses, rap was my other job
I'm the only one to save me, who my "Wonderwall?"
You will never know where I'm at, you a gutterball
You won't get a pin from me
Pull strings on you bitches like a motherfuckin' symphony
Always did it differently
Thank me that she faithful 'cause trust she was sin for me
Little Pack with the backpack rap flow
Turn Rambo, game turned me to an asshole
Rap don't like I'm polite
Say you over bars, well you set 'em quite low, no wonder
Listen up, this is "How to spit a flow 101"
A, read a book, B and C, read some other ones
D, put your heart in that spit
Lotta people just regurgitatin' popular shit, we could see though
Veto, choose shots 'til they like freethrows
Wash the competition, rinse and repeat those
Can't guarantee success
But if you work your ass off, I can guarantee at least respect
I don't fuck with none of these, buzzin' for some other reason
Rappers, 'member when the fucking meaning mattered?
Shake hands, I feel like I'm meeting actors
So I'm never out looking like a swinging batter
(Swing)
Now I'm pissed, I can't hold my bladder
Y'all just get pimped while I own my masses
I am not rich but I keep my balance
Y'all somebody's bitch, talk like you the shit
I can't stand it
This the type of thing that happen when real MC's
Push to the brink and we snap
And people wanna act like we a dying breed
Real rap still alive long as I can breathe
Packy
Written by: Packy
