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Packy – Entourage Money (Outro) lyrics
[Verse]
Life's good, I wouldn't have it another way
I might move but believe I wouldn't run away
I ain't takin' 'em all, I'm takin' the closest
We're movin' to the coast where nobody knows us
A fresh start, a clean slate
Flirtin' with destiny, it's a dream date
And I don't wanna sleep quite yet
I wanna hit the club and kill a tight set
Backstage like MJ on the flight deck
While he's rappin' Brian Russel's trying to do the mic check
But when I crossover it's game time
Teenage girls and gangsters cheer at the same time
A toast, to everything positive
I'ma make the most of every dollar I'm depositin'
And I do like ketchup, I put it on everything
Bread for a big ass chain, man, heavy thang
I never wear it though
That shit's too loud like a pair of hoes
Coming through your stereo 'til I'm very old
There we go, every beat I rock is proper burial, no worries
Offensive lines, no sacks, no hurries
Lookin' out the window at the snow flurries
It all used to be so blurry
But now I see it clear
I was lookin' for success, now I see it here
I do, it's our year, I say it 'cause I mean it
These people think we're famous, I say it 'cause I've seen it
It's like a rush to me
I'm in love with the music, it's a crush to me
And I'm a Mack (that's right) when I touch the beat
I came from the basement and passed all these rap addicts
I ain't good, I'm the baddest
It's time I recognize the gift
The landscape is changin', recognize the shift
My team's on the way up, recognize the clique
And I won't jeopardize success for no chick
No sir, I'm all about
Penthouse life spillin' drinks on the couch
Camouflage shorts, entourage money
Midwest steelo, down south honeys
Every day vaca'
I don't give a damn man, every day's payday
Sorry if I look ahead, it's all I can see lately
Guys want a pic, girls want to date me
All the fans love me, all the friends hate me
It could drive a sane man crazy
But I stay hungry, never get lazy
I'ma change the game, the game won't change me
No sir, no sir, no sir, no sir
Life's good, I wouldn't have it another way
I might move but believe I wouldn't run away
I ain't takin' 'em all, I'm takin' the closest
We're movin' to the coast where nobody knows us
A fresh start, a clean slate
Flirtin' with destiny, it's a dream date
And I don't wanna sleep quite yet
I wanna hit the club and kill a tight set
Backstage like MJ on the flight deck
While he's rappin' Brian Russel's trying to do the mic check
But when I crossover it's game time
Teenage girls and gangsters cheer at the same time
A toast, to everything positive
I'ma make the most of every dollar I'm depositin'
And I do like ketchup, I put it on everything
Bread for a big ass chain, man, heavy thang
I never wear it though
That shit's too loud like a pair of hoes
Coming through your stereo 'til I'm very old
There we go, every beat I rock is proper burial, no worries
Offensive lines, no sacks, no hurries
Lookin' out the window at the snow flurries
It all used to be so blurry
But now I see it clear
I was lookin' for success, now I see it here
I do, it's our year, I say it 'cause I mean it
These people think we're famous, I say it 'cause I've seen it
It's like a rush to me
I'm in love with the music, it's a crush to me
And I'm a Mack (that's right) when I touch the beat
I came from the basement and passed all these rap addicts
I ain't good, I'm the baddest
It's time I recognize the gift
The landscape is changin', recognize the shift
My team's on the way up, recognize the clique
And I won't jeopardize success for no chick
No sir, I'm all about
Penthouse life spillin' drinks on the couch
Camouflage shorts, entourage money
Midwest steelo, down south honeys
Every day vaca'
I don't give a damn man, every day's payday
Sorry if I look ahead, it's all I can see lately
Guys want a pic, girls want to date me
All the fans love me, all the friends hate me
It could drive a sane man crazy
But I stay hungry, never get lazy
I'ma change the game, the game won't change me
No sir, no sir, no sir, no sir
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