[Verse 1: Packy]
All for the family and the fans
They are my sanity
They been the reason
That all this sh** happened and I got no safety net
They keep my balanced
And that's love
I live it and do it
I'm living through them and they live through my music
I must be dreaming
Cause when all my favorite artists were selling records
I was just scheming
Crack of dawn, mopping floors at the Union
They have no meaning
To hunger, the hustle
Now I ain't full but I'm eating
Everyday I'm working, but it's all the weekend
I swear on it all I'm grinding
It's for my city, I'm tryna take everyone with me
Love what I got, I want it all though
I've been the pilot, never on auto
Don't make repeat that sh** like back to back
No major label, I be pa**ing cats
Left to left to left to left
Got this lookin' like the Indy, half a stack
Word to B-I-G from the D for that flow
Am I boy
The force with me, I'm a Jedi boy
This ain't over night, ain't no red eye boy
Now they ask about me like,"Who is he?"
I might not get all of the props but I get one thing busy