[Verse 1: Packy]
Off-season practicing, Imma fill the stat sheet
k** the competition on mic, peep the rap sheet
Imma take the wheel now, y'all keep the backseat
Imma be the boy with the bands, no backstreet
I think I'm in the pocket now, got it down
Some people really got around when I was out of town
I don't really got the time, I just jot it down
People begging me to sign up on the dotted now
That's a 180, feel like the one lately
I meet a lot of girls, and every one crazy
I meet a lot of rappers, a lot of 'em one lazy
I did a lot of shows, before one paid me
Don't owe you nothing, I know who made me
Still bump the yellow album when we get home safely
I ain't even been on
But my scrap pile better than the sh** you been on lately