LOUD PVCK

49ers on my forehead, some metallurgy
im wearing like 9 rings, some middle-earth things
hooks with no lines, u wont catch shit
books with no lies, they on cap shit
theyre not with the vibe, they need captions
theyre not with the time, still on past shit
moving with the tide but im splashing
archive number nine on my jacket
feel like im on vine how im dabbing
i was lost in life, i found magic
i cant waste more time, lets get active
to the left or to the right, which is fastest
brand new pack, shit came in that plastic wrap
theyre not speaking facts, yall really making that plastic rap
they still sleep on me, like they must be my cats
cuz i know they not my dawgs, i know they not my pack
loud pack, i smelt it and dealt it
i just dropped a rack on the cler, i couldnt help it
but i made it back so whatever, wishing well shit
pockets gettin fat, all these knots like im celtic
drip comes and goes but my swag is forever
got it for the low, then i sold it for some cheddar
now i got the gold but i gotta brave the weather
hadda let it fly, that jacket was filled with feathers
all i know is climb, Jack & Jill, i get back up
i know im on fire, the detail, thats my backup
all i do is rhyme how i feel and get my racks up
tryna get in my life, theyre not real, its so wack bruh
they say that im different, that ive changed, like how could you not?
nothing stays the same, its all waves, i was in the trough
but i found my way, and they hate cuz they not on top
I stay flipping bapes, thats the full zips
Eyes dont lie, i got my shades on my forehead
Im too high to explain so just forget it
I need more than just change so i go and get it
Got my bread for the day, counting my blessings

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