[PackFM] I'm very gully, versatile The rap definition of wild, I wrote graffiti as a grownup Leave a track in stitches, you could say I got it sewn up The ATF's suspicious, ain't a spot that I ain't blown up A long time coming, got you thinking “what's the hold up?” This coulda been a single if Domingo picked his phone up Now can I kick it? Sho ‘nuff, I'm lethal as hell Track record's automated, it speaks for itself I'm the most high spittin', gold mine hittin' Old guy sittin' watching Robot Chicken Cuz it's no competition, got no pot to piss in And no signs of quittin', I'm so optimistic A monkey on my back with a chip on his shoulder That the old block is missing, the whole plot thickens The game done changed the whole price of admission But I pimped the system, and sold my ticket Listening to my old sh**, I'm like “no I didn't” Should come as no surprise though I know I'm gifted I flow like this, I get so fly with it I be in the sky gettin' to know my limits I stay over heads, you'd prolly go five minutes Then turn to ya man and be like “Oh, I get it” Move slow? You might miss it, so why risk it If you know time's tickin'L? Don't get it twisted This is unadulterated truth, raw non fiction I'm official with that old time k**in' Them ig'nant n***as who insist on flippin' Oh don't mind them, sh**, those my n*ggas I don't mind trickin' to go find chickens To throw my dick in, no I'm kiddin' I don't buy sh** b**h, so, stop trippin' Big girls don't cry, so why both eyes drippin'? Walk a mile in my shoes, word to my blisters I'm on my mission to multimillions So while I rack ‘em in, go ask ya friends You know PackFM? Then go buy his sh**