Pack It Up ft. Grafic Lyrics

Okay it's too bad that you want it bad enough

If you ain't putting in the time, it ain't adding up

I told God, let me rock, cause I had it rough

We in a different league now

You gotta pack it up

Bitch

Yeah

Yeah, pack it up

I see the numbers going up

I gotta add it up

I hear you talking all that talk, but you won't back it up

You say you really with the shits

I think you had enough

Feeling fresh, feel like Prince

Every time I take a step

Musty bitches tryna press

Here's a mint for they breath

I don't stress, I'ma kill it till I'm dead

Run the checks till my parents out of debt

Meditating on my wins

I did it for my kin

Nah bitch I ain't your twin

Y'all ain't even begin

I'm lapping y'all again

I'm on ten, I don't see competition

I don't need no permission

God said trust the vision

So now I do this for the cousins

That's hustling back in the Ville

Efficient with the pen when I'm bending words to my will

I step up in the party

I know I got that appeal

Sabir is here to clear, I ain't bragging I'm being real

I'm chosen

Wrist frozen

My hopes and prayers in motion

I'm chosen

Wrist frozen

My hopes and prayers in motion

Too bad that you want it bad enough

If you ain't putting in the time, it ain't adding up

I told God, let me rock, cause I had it rough

We in a different league now

You gotta pack it up

Yeah

Yeah, pack it up

I see the numbers going up

I gotta add it up

I hear you talking all that talk, but you won't back it up

You say you really with the shits

I think you had enough

Progress

23 with no options

Y'all rappers wanna play the game

I'ma make the game, that's a promise

MC to a CEO

Work smarter, get draped in gold

I'm Drake compose, Jay-Z with soul

Switch energy like how Ye do it

Dangerous

I cut through flows like Moses

I lost Gramps, became a man

No sudden shifts in my focus

Candy diamonds, Arnold Palmers

IG models, Mass Appeal

Get ripped by critics or cash, no interest

I want my money, fuck fame, for real

It's Raf, bitch

Fuck a white boot to lick, I'd rather die for this

Long nights over short success

That's the path to pave for lil bro and them

For my kids kids and the kids after

No money worries like Dad's son

I pay homage to the ones before

But I'll give my life for the ones to come

Steel split against my skin

Blood dripping down my shins

Nothing left behind my eyes

But you gotta grin

I done broke a lot of my bones

Said some things in spite of my Lord

Brought some things inside of my home

I can't quit yet

Okay it's too bad that you want it bad enough

If you ain't putting in the time, it ain't adding up

I told God, let me rock, cause I had it rough

We in a different league now

You gotta pack it up

Bitch

Yeah

Yeah, pack it up

I see the numbers going up

I gotta add it up

I hear you talking all that talk, but you won't back it up

You say you really with the shits

I think you had enough