[Verse 1: Packy]
Please stop comparing me
I've been two steps ahead, always, I guarantee
They also aware of me
I must be the biggest thing that's popping there apparently
I just need some clarity
Now I need a pair of 3's
And Ariana Grande to just marry me
I don't think you hearing me
I think I want everything
I think I'ma be this way until the day they bury me (bury me)
Team only
I ain't happy just being here, rings only
Things don't mean sh** to me
Until I share 'em with these homies
Same boys that had couches and they had whips
When I ain't had cheese on me
Groupie boys in my green room
With that tour van, that's G's only
Posted in the back of that
Couple grand in my backpack
I ain't sh**, but I feel like it
Last year I ain't have half of that
Speck on all of my snapbacks
I lose 'em all at these shows
Girls do the most for a souvenir
Now I can't say "No" to these choes
I been, too busy living
Too, too, busy living
Too, too, busy living
Too busy living
Bro [?] they don't see the vision like I do