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The roads ain’t games and fashion, packs of the haze, got blades man’s dashing
Bad b’s in the trap and man’s smashing...
Me I’m about that life so don’t get

cause an arson
Tell the fire marshall, call the squadron
Me, I'm quite alright, off from Dodgers
Pack your paper, bitch I went back for your pardon
I done

niggas pop those thangs
Neva let another man pop yo chain
They call me pap dappa don
Cuz the don dapper it will pack package long
Hit yo broad fasta after

rats
I can't mess with mice
Keep my circle tight
Don't cross me like Christ
Don't cross me like I'm trying to guard Kyrie or AI
RIP but don't try

a Scat Pack
I got the cheese no rat trap
Making him run like a halfback
If that nigga run up on me I'm turning him to a hashtag
She a lame lil bitch you

at night sometimes and I don't want to rat can't even eat some rice at times cause shit aint even right sometimes
Socially anxious the Respisado help me cope

Opps be watching peep the back door

Fox five double like it's ten
Big nine hold the by the end

Free my dogs that's locked in the pen
Shot em down then

are a bitch to my nut sack
Solo in the Rat Pack
Boy be rocking snapbacks
Getting brain in the back of math class
Weed up in my backpack
Upgraded

holding back
Bitch, I live a grimey life
I bought his life, i blew a bag
Niggas be down with us 'til
He turn into a rat
Turned his life into a pack
Turned

Bad as a van by the Mississippi with the ghost of Chris Farley come at night to visit
That's the life of many in the city get the poor passed down with

Wieso liebt jeder mein Style?
Triebtäter Drive-by
Schieb' dir mein Schwanz rein
Ich komm' aus einer Ecke
Wo nicht jedermann lebt
Ich pack' tausende

Maajins
Yeah (Blatt) , yeah (Baow, What the fuck going on, Maajins?)

I'm serving that pack 'til I run out
We kicking his trap to the back down
He

And clears the pallette
He lean on the chalice and lost my balance
Finn this nigga (rat pack God?)
You gonna crack that card?
And I ain't gotta trap that hard

Maajins
Yeah (Blatt) , yeah (Baow, What the fuck going on, Maajins?)

I'm serving that pack 'til I run out
We kicking his trap to the back down
He

know you a pack rat
Pull up with drums for real
Lil' nigga, lil' boy
You better go ask that
(DeeMarc got that heat, ho)
300 BO with a beam and a scope

so frozen
By my wrist you know I'm glowin'
Niggas mad at me
Because my pockets stuffed with' that cake
And they really gon' be mad
My30 stuffed in they

box, with the vision


(Chorus)
I sit with a mac in the booth, uh
Don't need a pack of recruits, nuh
I run with extendos, and my bitches mental, she will

Flip them racks let it stack 
I mix my raps on my Mac 
I’m spitting facts and that’s a fact
Don’t need no rats up in my lab

I’m piffin high grade

doin', I had me a pack
I was influenced by trappers and hustlers
Thе realest of real, always had thеm a strap
I've just been
Been gettin' guala since

It's a bandemic so run up the packs
He screaming O, it's a K after that
Send three to get low
Came his way after that walk up on that car
Leave his

throw a pack and I'm wide out
I'm throwin' nine bullets in the wind
Bitch, what's that? That's a Drew Breeze
I'm tryna wipe a nigga nose quick
Glock

it's a lot
We don't buy packs of Russian Cream, bitch, we buy 'em by the box
This exotic that I'm smokin' on'll knock you out your socks
I done ran

nigga, they slay slay
Almost flipped the Scat pack
All white diamond, lab rat
We was broke lil nigga, we past that
Send some shots right where yo' chest

a dozen in my life
This a flashback
Mama wanted me to sing the Rat Pack
Carrying rhymes in a backpack
Dreaming in class, I'm a class act
And I'm a class act