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MARCHING BAND$ Lyrics - Artist : Packy
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, look

I hit a wall when I worried 'bout getting bigger, last year I got better, yeah
Put the shots up, put the work in, now the flow just a little wetter
Lockdown kept us off the road but we didn't fold, I re-upped
Everybody working hard, sound like y'all got good ideas
But that don't pay the bills, worried 'bout appearances
Y'all do anything to get the numbers up, y'all don't know what perseverance is
Talking how you broke to all your friends, talking how you rich in all your raps
I been tryna figure that shit out, came to the conclusion that you cap
Streaming numbers going through the roof, how come we don't ever see the fans?
You at the concession stands, I don't think you ever really see the bands
They come marching in but they going out two times faster
Y'all ain't chasing rings, y'all chasing tails, you got it backwards, damn

Real shit last and the fake shit pass
Real shit last and the fake shit pass
Real shit last and the fake shit pass
Overnight come-up is a trap, yeah yeah

I've learned from the past, I gotta trust my intuition
I never liked y'all anyway, y'all be the first ones to end up switching
Nobody wanna play position, everybody is a star boy now
Everybody ain't built for it though, no wonder you a ball boy now
I went to listen to 'Bout That Life, young Pack in a Syracuse type
Zone that year, lockdown, everybody taking shots on me
Got boxed out, everybody want the throne, but I did it better my way
Pop style, running circles on a field, people getting cropped out
Ain't no way that I can stop now, all the brakes cut
I spent like all my time in the lab and I figured out how to make luck
Even when they didn't stay down, I stayed up, took pay cut after pay cut
Got paid up finally, that shit was straight up timely

Real shit last and the fake shit pass
Real shit last and the fake shit pass
Real shit last and the fake shit pass
Overnight come-up is a trap, yeah yeah

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