The Whole Nine - Packy

I get the motivation from my boys winning, never did it with a co-sign

We built the whole machine, we go the whole nine

Still they wanna talk down to me

Like I ain’t turn a mic and a MacBook into a gold mine

They don’t wanna help, they wanna own mine

They talk fans like they know mine

They got the answers, huh, they givin' out advances

They wanna take my money, I pay 'em no mind

I am not the one to play with, I promise

Three years gettin' my shit tight, no projects

One year, three mixtapes, no dollars

How could I go get guap and not talk commas

I owe it to myself to stunt some

Everybody ready with the, «I told ya»

Everybody still ask if I’m rappin'

Then they wonder why I got the big-ass chip on my shoulder

I got something to prove

I ain’t start at the bottom so I got something to lose

Feel like everybody talkin', they need something to do

I’m a workaholic, I just have my fun in the booth

Never lookin' back so I’ll never run into you

I’m allergic to that bullshit, ah-choo ah-choo

Now the blessings coming in twos, I ain’t ever messing with you

If I’ma give up a cent, I’ma invest in my crew

Pack