Just Some Thoughts - Packy

Wake up in the morning, cup of coffee and some Cheerios

I take a pen and pad and turn 'em into miracles

I’m having fun but everything I say is serious

Who you know could do «Wobbin» and do «Delirious?»

They always said, «You won’t make it if you a lyricist»

I hope this record hit a milli' and they hearin' this

I won’t deny it give me satisfaction

Every time I see the opposition go missing in action (Hey)

That’s for the traitor Joes, I’m on my Baker flow

And I may field questions to let the haters know

We not debatin' though, we got the truth on our side

I keep it fresh and put my breath in the music, I take it all in stride

(Go, go)

Still I need that chip on my shoulder

Got no problem moving on but see no reason for closure

Every time I vent about it, I’m just givin' exposure

But fuck it (Fuck it)

It’s in my nature I’m the good guy

I never leave the city without tellin' mama goodbye

If the good die young, I hope I’m just bad enough

And if it’s money problems, hope I just can’t add it up

Money machines and dreams of loading up

The bus and doing shows I used to open up

This shit is a rush but I never do that, I’m patient

A hundred songs in and finally got my first placement

And they actin' like it fell out the sky

«Pack been doin' this forever, still ain’t pop,» and they right

I also haven’t worked behind a fucking desk in my life

If I ain’t shinin', why they keep tryin' to put out my light?

Talkin' down on me for chasin' my dream, but who you working for?

I got respect for that but not when you come knockin' at my door on a high horse

What’s a fan to you when you buy yours?

Worried 'bout the image so much, you got no touch

Throwin' the rock at the glass you should be focusin' on

Honin' your craft, instead you doin' the most on the 'Gram

In your emotional bag, kids buy in and you just hope that it lasts

It’s all a show and it’s wack (It's all a show and it’s wack)

Hate that I’m givin' it time

Really be spilling my mind, really be livin' my rhymes

So when the message is the same every time

It’s 'cause I’m not lyin'

I hope I’m motivatin', I hope the kids see that it’s no vacation

I hope you know I’m not preachin', I’m in it with you

I made plenty mistakes and my lessons are beneficial

And if I never make it, I pray that one of you does

And I return the favor, I’m the one giving you love

That shit is the greatest, we made a family here

This is actually real

We do a show and the energy you can actually feel

I wouldn’t trade it, not even for Anthony Davis

I might never win a 'ship, might never be A-list

Might not ever even hit a fucking Spotify playlist

Never be famous, never celebrated, never made it

Devastated, forever hated, hella jaded

Relegated, to the D-league, haha, yeah