Ulterior Motives - Packy

Vicious on the mic, bitches on my dick

I don’t have the time, ambitious as it gets

Competition switch, I stay uninvolved

They think I’m unaware, I’m suspicious of it all

Yeah, ain’t no tellin' who with who

People wanna tell me 'bout myself, I wonder who are you?

Yeah, prolly not what you claim

Money come and it go, all I got is my name

Feel like I fuck with nobody if you weren’t there from the jump

How could you ever relate?

How could you ever live up?

So I put everyone behind the eight ball and put up the great wall

So I don’t get surprised when you go AWOL

Ulterior motives, I can always tell

I be on my own shit, I been doin' well

Y’all be having angles, I don’t trust a soul

Maybe I’m too cold, lately I be on the low, with ya ulterior motives

I am not the one, don’t play around, don’t think it’s fun

It’s nothing sweet, this not for everyone

You say, «It's not that deep,» I say, «Yes it was!»

It’s like now I blew the lid off

Talked to Moe, he told me I just gotta get my shit off

Hit the booth and proof is in the pudding

Y’all let people do the cooking

Then sit back and say look at the work you put in

Y’all goofy as fuck, y’all moody for what?

Y’all would switch for a buck

Me?

I’m true to my gut

Prolly too stubborn, too scared to lose something

Judicious, too aware of who’s bluffing

Yeah, y’all don’t got the poker face

How you holding cards?

Y’all can’t even hold your weight

Tryna stack the deck, y’all can’t be no Golden State

All you do is front, all I do is motivate

All of you are overpaid, all of me is underdog

Studio is open late, booty never made me call

Yeah, I don’t need no jewelry

Y’all never foolin' me, this isn’t new to me

Y’all degrees are colder, my degree made me an owner

But I don’t need diploma to see y’all are nothing more than promoters

You’d rather be broke in Mercedes than be rich in Toyotas

I had to learn but now I see the ulterior motives

Ulterior motives, I can always tell

I be on my own shit, I been doin' well

Y’all be having angles, I don’t trust a soul

Maybe I’m too cold, lately I be on the low, with ya ulterior motives

I am not the one, don’t play around, don’t think it’s fun

It’s nothing sweet, this not for everyone

You say, «It's not that deep,» I say, «Yes it was!»