Packy - The Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Cyrus] I hope your tires go flat when you whipping in your new Beamer Call Triple A and get the “You ain't paid the bill” line Good grades back in post grad D list celebrity now, but you can't hold that Hands free, walking hand job Promise I ain't hiring, forgot to turn the sign off This is one hell of a way to start a conversation with myself, but f** it I relate I got bottles by the eight count, that's crazier than my dad's mom Models in my lake house that's angrier than I am Feet in the water looking up like I owe ‘em something Walked the 7 mile in the 8 with the Bieber bumping New kids obsessed with the old school when they never went to cla** If you wanna act like hip-hop is dead You should probably wake up and then go back to bed [Verse 2: Packy] Ya! Morning after the wedding. It's lit! This sh** feel like '09 again in the basement Still I'm taking my shots but I'm the one that they chasing Went from ain't nobody tryna sign me To moving up into the offices and having signees Look at me, took the neighborhood I came up in Flipped that sh** into a movement Everybody want their name up in It's whatever, it's lit now This song was alright, I gave it a verse, it's a hit now These rappers are jokes, they been clowns Do a stand up or sit down I could get the hands up and still hold the Mitt down Look at the kid now, been off the grid now, for a minute When the fall come you all'll be witness I might hit fall and winter like a fade away J At the buzzer take it away cause I'm on my J or a couple a dozen a day Spit but they got nothing to say I beat the odds once now it's double or nothing to play Pack! Whoo! It's super lit!