My Syllabus - Packy

What’s good slick?

Let’s get right I’m turnt up like midnight

I’m too good, my chick bad

My screw loose, my lid tight

That’s REFS shit for your ass

You don’t know?

Don’t ask

You slow as, like molasses

More ticky, more asses

More bitties, no classes

More gaming no practice

More living that good life

Only mess with choes that got no baggage, I’ve learned

No time for that

Got my own goals thank God for that

Got to grind for that, one time for that

Got to put Sing City on the map

Like «Bang», remember the name

Told me to never chase money or fame and stay in my lane

And always remember the place that I came from

That dope summer, that cold winter

Blue collar, that go-getter

She’s all about that «D"she gets the Verlander, that no-hitter

Let me get my change up, I just want that good good

I don’t want no hand out, I just want that good look

Feel like we got that everything that make it

It’s taking a lot of work but when we on that shit’ll feel like a vacation

Play me on that station, shout out to my DJ’s

If you been sleeping on the Speck then shout out to those PJ’s

Shout out to your GF’s that sing my shit like VJ

I’m just tryna get that college market like D’Wade

Play me on them campuses

East Lansing to Los Angeles

Can’t stand for this?

Then sit for this

Don’t mess with this, that’s ignorance

I’m into this, I live for this

You hit or miss, I’m business

I’m killing this, I’m still in this

Yo let me check my syllabus

A little more than 16?

Sorry I was feeling this