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Packy

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(album: Area 51 - 2017)

Yeah

Take it back to like 2010, prepping that first show with the Skeem
All our reps hanging on the line, just a dollar and a dream
Started that year solo-dolo, ended that year with a team
Started outside looking in, ended that year with our own scene
I was dealing' with some shit then, maybe someday I'll air it all out
Think I only broke down once though
I don't really let my guard down
I ain't get a lot of z's back then, we were grinding on a lot of fronts
I ain't where I wanna be yet, when I look back though, I gotta stunt
I was dean's list, I was working jobs, I was making music crazy
Everything we did was for the dream man
That was way before the music paid me
That was way before these people knew me
That was way before they needed saving
I got no respect for entitlement, I got no time for the lazy
Whatchu know about going door-to-door
Tryna get your music out?
Dead of winter, we were skipping dinner
We were skipping class tryna spread this shit word of mouth
You just see the doors that we open, no idea how it went down
Don't nobody make it rapping out of our town
This shit

Area 51 (Fifty-one) (Five-one-seven)
Yeah we came up outta Area 51 (Fifty-one) (Five-one-seven)
Yeah we came up outta Area Five-One-Seven
I consider it a blessing
All my people yelling, "We were made out in Area 51" (Fifty-one)
(Five-one-seven)
Came up out the area

In-state but we road-tripping, got a couple out-of-town gigs
Showcase in front of eight heads, half of 'em I came with
Whole team packed in the Windstar
They were saying all the right things
Can't tell you how bad I needed that
Shit was still just a pipe dream
Kept my head on straight, they were the key to that
Coulda quit in the heat of that
Long drive home, short night sleep, up in the morn'
Stick shift through a foot of snow
Giving wrong answers to shit I shoulda known
Straight to work, late to work, but the boss made it work
Thank God
Hop up in the van, wouldn't say a word
He would have a CD burned
He would play my new shit first
He would know my whole damn verse
He would cover for me when I had to go rehearse, that's my dog
Signed out on my last day, went to try to make music my job
Took it to the West Coast, made thirteen songs
Man, I blessed those
Peeping numbers, couldn't guess those
Now my out-of-town shows out of state
Out-of-town choes run away
Don't know if I'd have found those if I'd have stayed
But take me back home to the condo
Get me paid, back to

Area 51 (Fifty-one) (Five-one-seven)
Yeah we came up outta Area 51 (Fifty-one) (Five-one-seven)
Yeah we came up outta Area Five-One-Seven
I consider it a blessing
All my people yelling, "We were made out in Area 51" (Fifty-one)
(Five-one-seven)
Came up out the area

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