Miss Me III - Packy

Say my name so I can hear it

They told me this shit was a Hail Mary

Then I went and caught the Holy Spirit

Spit your bars, I set the bar, you won’t get near it

We see through all your lyrics, yeah, they all on clearance

You recycled, I’m here for the title

I built this shit from nothing, I’m the real American Idol, it’s over

At your front door like it’s October

Made me stand outside and I just got colder

What did you think it was?

You got me fucked up

But I already caught the buzz

Speck all on my hat like the home team

Move merch like I’m selling to a dope fiend

Got it going overseas

Now they know me out in London-town, what-what

Tryna' finesse it from the underground, what-what

Fuck your magazine, give a (fuck) what your list read

All that bullshit can miss me

Miss me, miss me

All that bullshit that can miss me

Miss me, miss me

All of that, all of that, miss me

This is for the nights I stayed up

All my old girls, they laid up

I know you’re probably better off

I be in the lab too much

I love it like x-o

See her at my next show

You don’t like me, say it with your chest though

Cutthroat, still learnin' how to flex though

You don’t get the job done, baby heads roll

Y’all got complacent

Y’all hit the ceiling, I built the foundation

Y’all got bravado but y’all wait on lottos

My new chick is too thick, my old chick come model

You like all the pics then pray for the follow

She with me tonight, then they broke up tomorrow

Twice in one summer, I been fucking reckless

This ain’t no fairytale, these are my confessions

I was messin' up, think I learned my lesson

Money in my mattress, I don’t get invested

Let me live a little, had to gain perspective

Got it out my system

Back to makin' records

Yeah, workin' more than 9 to 5

Competition go to sleep and then I come alive

I’m not the one to lie

Motherfuck the other side

All I hear is cover guys

They don’t get the longevity and then they wonder why

I paint picture like Shutterfly

I’m not other guys, I say jump, they jump man

What a time, keep it two number nines

Plus one, Speck or die, say that shit a hundred times

Then say that shit another time

Made change, got another dime

I’m heatin' up, they just throw shade, man it’s summertime

Cannonball how we make waves, man the summer’s mine

I see my success got you conflicted

You wanna hate but you gotta be opportunistic

I been doin' what I say like it’s say scripted

Train left the station, sorry that you missed it