Pack It Up

Okay it's too bad that you want it bad enough If you ain't putting in the time, it ain't adding up I told God, let me rock, cause I had it rough We in a different league now You gotta pack it up Bitch Yeah Yeah, pack it up I see the numbers going up I gotta add it up I hear you talking all that talk, but you won't back it up You say you really with the shits I think you had enough Feeling fresh, feel like Prince Every time I take a step Musty bitches tryna press Here's a mint for they breath I don't stress, I'ma kill it till I'm dead Run the checks till my parents out of debt Meditating on my wins I did it for my kin Nah bitch I ain't your twin Y'all ain't even begin I'm lapping y'all again I'm on ten, I don't see competition I don't need no permission God said trust the vision So now I do this for the cousins That's hustling back in the Ville Efficient with the pen when I'm bending words to my will I step up in the party I know I got that appeal Sabir is here to clear, I ain't bragging I'm being real I'm chosen Wrist frozen My hopes and prayers in motion I'm chosen Wrist frozen My hopes and prayers in motion Too bad that you want it bad enough If you ain't putting in the time, it ain't adding up I told God, let me rock, cause I had it rough We in a different league now You gotta pack it up Yeah Yeah, pack it up I see the numbers going up I gotta add it up I hear you talking all that talk, but you won't back it up You say you really with the shits I think you had enough Progress 23 with no options Y'all rappers wanna play the game I'ma make the game, that's a promise MC to a CEO Work smarter, get draped in gold I'm Drake compose, Jay-Z with soul Switch energy like how Ye do it Dangerous I cut through flows like Moses I lost Gramps, became a man No sudden shifts in my focus Candy diamonds, Arnold Palmers IG models, Mass Appeal Get ripped by critics or cash, no interest I want my money, fuck fame, for real It's Raf, bitch Fuck a white boot to lick, I'd rather die for this Long nights over short success That's the path to pave for lil bro and them For my kids kids and the kids after No money worries like Dad's son I pay homage to the ones before But I'll give my life for the ones to come Steel split against my skin Blood dripping down my shins Nothing left behind my eyes But you gotta grin I done broke a lot of my bones Said some things in spite of my Lord Brought some things inside of my home I can't quit yet Okay it's too bad that you want it bad enough If you ain't putting in the time, it ain't adding up I told God, let me rock, cause I had it rough We in a different league now You gotta pack it up Bitch Yeah Yeah, pack it up I see the numbers going up I gotta add it up I hear you talking all that talk, but you won't back it up You say you really with the shits I think you had enough