Lyrics Marching Band$ - Packy

Marching Band$

I hit a wall when I worry 'bout getting bigger
Last year I got better, yeah
Put the shots up, put the work in
Now the flow just a little wetter
Lockdown kept us off the road but we didn’t fold, I re-upped
Everybody working, how it sound like y’all got good ideas
But that don’t pay the bills
Worry 'bout appearances
Y’all do anything to get the numbers up
Y’all don’t know what perseverance is
Talking how you broke to all your friends
Talking how you rich in all your raps
I been tryna figure that shit out
Came to the conclusion that you cap
Streaming numbers going through th roof
How come we don’t nevr see the fans
You at the concession stands
I don’t think you ever really see the bands
They come marching in but they going out two times faster
Y’all ain’t chasing rings, y’all chasing tails
You got it backwards, damn
Real shit lasts and the fake shit pass
Real shit lasts and the fake shit pass
Real shit lasts and the fake shit pass
Overnight come-up is a trap, yeah-yeah
I’ve learned from the past I gotta trust my intuition
I never liked y’all anyway, y’all be the first ones to end up switchin'
Nobody wanna play position, everybody is a starboy now
Everybody ain’t built for it though, no wonder you a ballboy now
I went to listen to 'Bout That Life
Young Pack in a Syracuse-type zone that year, lockdown
Everybody takin' shots on me got boxed out
Everybody want the throne but I did it better my way, Pop Style
Running circles on the field, people getting cropped out
Ain’t no way that I can stop now, all the breaks cut
I spent like all my time in the lab and I figured out how to make love
Even when they didn’t stay down, I stayed up
Took pay cut after pay cut
Got paid-up finally, that shit was straight up timely
Real shit lasts and the fake shit pass
Real shit lasts and the fake shit pass
Real shit lasts and the fake shit pass
Overnight come-up is a trap, yeah-yeah