Static - Packy

Look

Back at the crib on Grand River across from Mahlon Street

Parking lot was always poppin'

Threw it up like every week, yeah

That was the blue crib where I started making music

Had the room under the stairs, I was rappin' in my computer

Studying game, mastering flows

Record that shit and show it to my boys

Never to choes, it wasn’t ready

I wasn’t sure if people would hear it and still accept me

I got songs that ain’t nobody hear and still accept me

Unacceptable, it was decision time

I decided ain’t nobody ill as me at kickin' rhymes

Mind made up, spittin' like I made commission

Blind to the bullshit, grinding with tunnel vision

And I’m

At it again, at it again

At it again, I’m at it again

At it again, at it again

At it again, back at it again

At it again, at it again

At it again, I’m at it again

At it again, at it again

Turn that talkin' to static again

Uh, at the condo off Lake Lansing and Barclay

Had the studio, second floor, end of the hallway

Where Moe would sleep

Both of us struggling, both of us juggling class and work

To make the music last, we put it first

Don’t nobody know the time spent

Be we weren’t 'bout to look back at this music shit

And wonder where the time went

Late nights plottin' a takeover

A couple of new faces, the game need a makeover

We got it Jack!

One year and three mixtapes later, we set it off

That was just the icing on the cake

They think I said it all?

No sir, I needed rap more than ever

Put the rest on the back burner

I wanted this shit forever

Ain’t nothin' changed

At it again, at it again

At it again, I’m at it again

At it again, at it again

At it again, back at it again

At it again, at it again

At it again, I’m at it again

At it again, at it again

Turn that talkin' to static again

Now it’s apartment 11 off of Redondo

The scenery changed but we still workin' like we at the condo

It’s just, stakes are higher some money is on the table

And it’s harder tryna market, be the artist and the label, but

I swear I love it though, I’m never satisfied

I only sleep to dream again and bring the dream alive

I’m writing suicide, puttin' my heart in this shit

And killin' it, the same as when I started this shit

It’s all in my soul now

I took it where it’s warmer 'cause I’m cold now

I’m tryna get the headlines, I’m sick of the scroll down

Stickin' to the essence, you can resent it

But ain’t nobody progressin' like this

And still keep it authentic

Boy I’m

At it again, at it again

At it again, I’m at it again

At it again, at it again

At it again, back at it again

At it again, at it again

At it again, I’m at it again

At it again, at it again

Turn that talkin' to static again