On Top Of The World/Whole Fam On Pack Watch (Junkies Mix)

Tell 'em move it now
Scribble, scratch it, got the blueprint down
And I got the rappers that can spit that I produce for now
You ain't on the team, they kick you out during the shoot around
On the computer, pull all maneuvers, you get booted out
I'm so exuberant, they tell me "cool it down"
I go put you to the ground, now who's the doofus, who's the clown?
Shut the system down
Shut the system down
Shut the system down
And this that money we get type behavior
I'm stacking up the paper
Pack you up get saved for later
Make sure they know I'm major
Poppin' bottles at the table
They all fell off like cable
Poppin' off the shots is fatal
We get the fucking payload
They just try to hype these mid ass rappers, why you gas them up?
And these hoes won't get no rings, like CP3 they pass me up
Moving in a flash, I'm packing gas inside the Acura
Now we in a Supra, Urus, next we only movin' up
Up, up, yea



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