[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