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of fact

Go ahead and pack them bags and leave
I'm not into you
You better call your homies
And bitches too
Yeah, I'm not into you please stop it with

No body will ever know
The struggle you face
No body will ever see
The shadows you chase
Away, Away
Away, Away

Keep up the pace
Stay in the race

in yo face
Say you on the move, where you at then
Swore on your bro you get cake
Guess he bout to turn to a pack then
Real nice views on the cape
No, I

Woke up to a pack came from Saks
Don't do this shit for looks I ain't gon' send it back
They thought it was sweet I cut 'em too much slack
I'm 2 for

knocking bitches down, last week I ran through seven hoes
I got a bad bitch, she gon' put her face where the weapon go
Walk a nigga down, Balenciaga's, I'ma

blickys pack a punch
Been totin' guns since middle school, my momma pack me punch
I ain't duckin' no niggas, I'm stackin' up figures, I ain't worried about

it from my bestie
Get my momma out the trenches yeah god he showing blessings
Niggas acting crazy we going pack em in this gar and
Lil Nique said that

to whip skat pack
I could really show you why your hoe face in my lap
Or You can run your mouth, run in place, while I run laps
Around all these niggas, I

raps I'm the author
She talk about kids and a altar
I just sip my tea with the saucer
I called my plug for the pack come straight to the flat I don't

to your face like back to back
You knew I’d slay on every track
All of my flows are so unwhack
I take off and flip a pack
Go flip a pack on the low
Count

kicked me out the pack
But didn't know that I would lead
Smile in my face but I know they fake
Feeling like I'm michael cause I prisoned break
Say they

been
And tell me who you wanna be
I know this love is what they say
I see a part of you in me
It's not too late we still got time
I'll pack my bags

Put you on a shelf, that's a pack and trophy
Put you on a shelf, that's a pack and trophy
I ain't do it by myself but everything is on me
Riding by

right
Money rollin' with you
Gucci Prada on your boots
Got me blew
Catching money with the same old faces
No need with the new fake faces

Drivin' in

I'm the man to do it cuz I do it right
Pack in my sock fire on my Nikes
Her pussy bomb I gotta countdown 'for I pipe
Table with a Glock closet full

with a Mac 10
Just got the pack in nigga come tap in
You high as fuck off that Lil ass dab
Pen, unload the clip and the bullets Get clappin Just got

Hippy, hippy, hippy, aye, hippy
Somebody get the plug on the phone please
Smell the scent, you already know the flavor
Air pack, direct flight, plug

I wanna get to my cake
Get out of my face
I shot em down with a k
Now he's got a bloody face
I'm too scared to kill myself please kill me
If we're

Guardians 
The guardians
Salvation of our souls
Deprived and torn and sold
Leviathan 
Diseased and flayed the pack
Worn cold and trailing ties 
What

Lucki too
She lemme paint her face
But we get high as fuck
Who lemme fly the plane
Okay I’m $ly as fuck
Need me that goose juice
Basquiat my pops
It ain’t

BIG REC, BIG REC, BIG REC uh
AYY
I plot on franks and keep the fakes away is what I pray
I'm losing patience, need the pack today no time to waste

Never give it all to a hoe nigga (Hell nah)
Money stop flowing, she'll walk she a gold digger
New pack in to unload nigga (Load)
Smoking OG outside

gone spin again (Aye, aye)
I been the man she played in my face so i hit her friend (Aye, aye)
The rocket on me like 20 in this bitch ima drop it on em

mobbing
And I got 4200 behind me
No we not doing no pack on consignment
Brodie got LSD stuck in his spinal
Go! Wake up get money fasho
Trap mode I snuck