Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield
Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
Big money, i’m talking bad hoes
Since third grade i been packin bowls
Packin lyrical gats n' it's a fact i'm passin to the top
Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop
Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine
You asking for shine, claiming you packin' a nine
Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack
The jager in my cup is licorice black
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