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The pack gone
That pack gone
The Pack gone hit like
Twelves in the scraper
On the five eighty before the traffic hitting later
Tapered up looking like an article on Fader
Sharp like a razor
I had to keep it player
So speak it up lemme know
If it wasn't for my circle I don't think I'd ever grow
Yeah competition dead cuz we play on Hall of Fame
If it ain't the green light it ain't something you can make

Need some new slap in my whip
On g's
Got a vegan chick but she murder on my meat
Never had a sweet tooth
I ain't thinking that it's sweet
I done seen it all before
Like recorded on tv
On different program
Sipping to a slow jam
Dive up in the water splashing in the cove
Man
Only real in my blood
You could see it the plasma
Checking if your real like you copying a captcha
Never with the bots
I'm connecting with them peoples
Higher off the joint we put the keef on
See all
Coming and going
It's all p's
And the q's never late like harvesting God seed
What you sow what you reap
And your goals you gon reach
Jack Cousteau with the drip
Like I'm so undersea
But my head above the water
With my soul underneath
Let it rise let it rise
Can't control everything

Pack gone hit like
Twelves in the scraper
On the 580 before the traffic hitting later
Tapered up looking like an article on Fader
Sharp like a razor
I had to keep it player
So speak it up lemme know
If it wasn't for my circle I don't think I'd ever grow
Yeah competition dead cuz we play on Hall of Fame
If it ain't the green light it ain't something you can make

Know I'm eating like I got a plate from Jade Palace
Only pouring the the tequila in the main chalice
And I'm smoking on medicinal
In critical condition
Like I'm Thibodeau
You know we get defensive
And you know I'm on a mission impossible
Tom Cruise
And you know I need my paper
A hundred stacks all blues
Yeah we running up the digits
Tryna count up all this chicken
Know I'm crazy people thinking I'm demented
But
I'm a educated young kid from the East side
Off the shisha
With a couple Mona Lisas
Jordan Poole of the rap game
Yeah I'm up next
I'm going fucking crazy
Everybody know I got vets
That's going to teach me how to go
And get the gold
Coach K and Poppovich
I'm coaching on the low
Mathematically a nigga getting all this growth
Exponentially you know a nigga float
West

Pack gone hit like
Twelves in the scraper
On the 580 before the traffic hitting later
Tapered up looking like an article on Fader
Sharp like a razor
I had to keep it player
So speak it up lemme know
If it wasn't for my circle I don't think I'd ever grow
Yeah competition dead cuz we play on Hall of Fame
If it ain't the green light it ain't something you can make



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Writer(s): Mario Goins Ii
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