Pack That Songtext
von City James

"Verse 1
I ain′t with the fun n' games, never been
I′m the golden child, the chosen one, it's evident
Gettin' paid off my passion, shit is heaven sent
You was cool a couple years ago, irrelevant
Nah, pack that shit up
She lookin′ at my fingers, how they twist up
Yes I′m a dog, but I eat pussy, don't do kibble
Never been the one, the type to ever go n′ bitch up
Solid like the pavement — where I whaaaat? where I big step Drove with my right to the hole and I switched left
Ever since a youngin' I been jumpin′ fences
These shits is designer, I can't bust my stitches
Got my bitch comin′ 'cause she need it, give her 30 minutes
Then it's back to business
I know my time is comin′ — matter fact, it′s here
I just backed up my Benz, then I looked in my rear
Saw my niggas from my past that couldn't make it to this year
They wasn′t on a shirt, they just started actin' weird


I got my city on my motherfuckin′ back, bitch
Ain't it apparent?
How I rode through all these hoods with face card as my clearance
Saw you try to do the same thing, that shit was embarrassing
Why the fuck you got a gun for if you ain′t gon' carry it?
Why the fuck you got a opp for if you ain't gon′ bury him?
What the fuck you bein′ loyal for, you ain't gon′ marry him?
My city, I carry it
From Pomona but that Upland city also sharing me
Springfield was preparing me — now none of y'all is scaring me
Ion think y′all hearing me
This for Kamani and Keri
This for Marcus and Gary