PURPLEPACK

Yuh, check out my status for real

They say that I'm going up and I feel it

How could I ever get caught in my feelings

Cus I blow the roof off the mother fucking ceiling

Cus I make it loose when it really don't fit in

Cus they the caboose and I feel like the engine

What's in my pocket it's nothing but benjis, my diamond they shining so bright look like lemons, yuh

And we smoke on purple pack, I only kick it with reals

I throw on purple tags, my homie was selling them deals

And I don't do no perc attack, keep the ice but I don't want chills

Steady vision in my head I'm ready, I don't want to go back to them tears