Packy - Static download song

Song Lyrics

End of the hallway, record that shit and show it to my boys
That was the blue crib where i started making music, i m at it again
the scenery changed but we still workin like we at the condo
Turn that talkin to static again, and it s harder tryna market
spittin like i made commission
One year and three mixtapes later, be the artist and the label, we put it first
The game need a makeover, but ain t nobody progressin like this Static, parking lot was always poppin
Turn that talkin to static again, back at it again, puttin my heart in this shit

But ain t nobody progressin like this, both of us juggling class and work
And wonder where the time went, i m at it again, back at the crib on grand river across from mahlon street
Grinding with tunnel vision, the game need a makeover
Blind to the bullshit, i swear i love it though Packy, it s all in my soul now
a couple of new faces
I was rappin in my computer, puttin my heart in this shit
But ain t nobody progressin like this, back at the crib on grand river across from mahlon street
Spittin like i made commission, i took it where it s warmer cause i m cold now

Stakes are higher some money is on the table, ain t nothin changed
Now it s apartment 11 off of redondo, i needed rap more than ever
Turn that talkin to static again, but ain t nobody progressin like this, we got it jack
Puttin my heart in this shit, and it s harder tryna market
That was the blue crib where i started making music, spittin like i made commission
I wanted this shit forever, it was decision time Static, and still keep it authentic
We put it first, i m at it again
One year and three mixtapes later, be the artist and the label, record that shit and show it to my boys

And it s harder tryna market, spittin like i made commission Packy, stakes are higher some money is on the table
The game need a makeover, that was the blue crib where i started making music
Back at it again, both of us struggling
i m writing suicide
We got it jack, had the room under the stairs, that was the blue crib where i started making music
Puttin my heart in this shit, the same as when i started this shit, the scenery changed but we still workin like we at the condo
We set it off, they think i said it all Packy, i decided ain t nobody ill as me at kickin rhymes
Turn that talkin to static again, i swear i love it though Static, late nights plottin a takeover

Back at it again, they think i said it all
Ain t nothin changed, put the rest on the back burner
Both of us struggling, i took it where it s warmer cause i m cold now, turn that talkin to static again
one year and three mixtapes later
I was rappin in my computer, threw it up like every week Static, and it s harder tryna market
I m at it again, blind to the bullshit, turn that talkin to static again
The game need a makeover, record that shit and show it to my boys
It s all in my soul now, now it s apartment 11 off of redondo

I needed rap more than ever, be the artist and the label