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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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