Packs and potions lyrics

Packs and potions lyrics

Look, still working on plans for paper

Tryna make bread with all of my bro’s

My broski got the brightest neck

His diamonds wet, need more of the gold

I ain’t outside, just touring the roads

I’m probably workin’ with more of the flows

I’ll soon be on your playlist

Bro said I’m famous now, I need more of a pose

But I don’t take pics, I’m more than a ghost

They say I’m smooth on beats like Jackson

Spit fire like a dragon

Ticks like Nike on a music ting

Lil Tecca, I ain’t talkin’ “Ransom”

Stay juggin’, I’m way too lit

When I see you [?]

I’m so wavey, I can speak in Latin

Ayy, he said he can speak in Latin

Crazy, I can speak in Spanish

Mucho gusto, I’m 2F, what’s crackin’?

Most my bredrins say I’m blessed at rapping

Really, I was way too fly before they put me up on Rising Talents

Now they want me to rise, that’s standard

Keep it steady, I have to rise my balance (Listen, look)

Gettin’ gyal ain’t cash [?]

So “stick to the grind” what I told my bro

Need a baddie sent me like Emily

No seesaw, I got highs and lows

Like Ne-Yo, so sick of them man

Talk is cheap, they wan’ hate my bro

They wanna be United like Stateside

We’ll have blown up by then like Joe

Me and broski just vibin’ with it

Are you hearin’ the beat? Man’s slidin’ with it

Paper’s a plus, I ain’t dyin’ with it

I don’t wanna die young but I ain’t riding with it

Like Arrdee, I ain’t rollin’ with it

‘Cause I’m stuck with blood like cement, no bricks

Never be left on the side like a Sideman

I’m a well-known star like Vikk

They say we got skills like Neymar did

We’re in the field doin’ rainbow flicks

Look, I’m way too fly like a jet

We’re up in the sky and we’re takin’ trips

I ain’t from the block like J-Lo

This ain’t no gameshow, true, I been takin’ risks

They’re salty ’cause I’m ready like Walkers

Bro, did you catch that phrase? I did

Part 2

Took an L, now it’s back to the basics

Bando, babe, before the rap, it’s the trap that pay me

Hooyo macaan think I’m stuck in my ways

Looked at me like, “Son, will you change?”, caadi

Tell the opp boys come kali

All I hear they got beef with the Malis

But in their rap, they’re speakin’ Somali

I don’t know wagwan for the chargies

Spoke online, couldn’t back your dargie

You can’t say you’re a militant yout

You never had no gun or army

Too many mandem talk on my name

They just pi^^ed that their line is appalling

Don’t get pi^^ed, I’m far from a trapper

And my—

Ni^^as are washed and they don’t get paid

Kidnap who? Ni^^a, stay in your lane

Fully paid all my bro’s and I don’t know ace

Fours up ’til a Ni^^a really freeze up

We can’t work if you ain’t Arcane

I need bare mids and I’m tired of rockies

Too many times I’ve witnessed payment failing

Bro, I’m far from lucky

M on his head, I ain’t talkin’ Vegeta

Uh, I got beef with nerds

And same time, I got beef with p^^sies

And the feds keep takin’ my guys

Like, free Maz, and free Boogie

If he trips, put blades in hoodies

Opps get corn ’cause they lack for p^^sy, ha

STC loves driving Skodas but I’m more Polo G

I don’t wanna hear no talk ’bout pace

I’m way too young with a need for speed

Need some work, then send me the addy

I’ve got jobs for you, indeed

I’m so cold when I speak this s^^t

I turn this room like nought degrees

I don’t like takin’ breaks, I’m grafting loads and it’s so insane

Age 13, never spent one penny, walked in places, always stained

I’m aged 16, tryna work on me, music, build, sustain

Like Drake, I wanna pop champagne, I’ve gotta pave my lane

Still step out with a burner burning, tryna mash work with a PGP

Too many man wanna be put on but the work I do ain’t easy P

I’m networkin’ on Telegram, I’ve been workin’, tryna help the fam

Wake up early, work on PCs, make some P, then I’m out for scran

Part 3

Gotta mix these packs and potions

No P’s ’til I put a SIM in a burner

I’m on the box like Werner, backroad lurker

Fully paid, bro, I’m an earner

I fly past, I’m a headtop turner

Them olders are washed like Sami Khedira

And he should start calling me uncle

‘Cause when I speak on these beats, they get murdered

Had to pebble up both, shut the curtains

Late nights up in the lab, I’m still working

Straight facts and drops reversing

I took an L and I kept on learning

Can’t stop me now, it’s not working

Purging ’til the phone keeps on twerking

Gotta switch the spot, they’re still lurking

Big batch cookin’ up, due to put work in

Ten toes, I don’t lapse in the trench

And when they need more, I’m right back like I’m Trent

I get ’round, I don’t sit on the bench

I’m opening doors while they’re stuck on the fence

And I’m still tryna pop like bubble wrap

Flyin’ packs OT, just a hustler

Never had no P’s ’til we juggle packs

If your bird’s ten-ten, I might double-tap

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