Paved With Gold

[Verse 1 - Packy] In and out of towns so quick it's like I was never here Just long enough to see the city through my rear view mirror Stare at the skyline, the city big, I'm on the sideline Ooh they hate my come up, I never follow guidelines This is my how you 'bout to be talking shit like a bitch Turn around and ask me for a sixteen flow It's gotta kill you , I'm hot and you nonexistent You took a shot and I sent it to the 16th row, Ibaka shit People always on some out of pocket shit, I hear it I just choose to address that shit in my lyrics I'm an artist, not a twitter celebrity I'm a fly on the wall and you people comment on anything I ain't laughing with you Its funny I see the public persona I know that shit isn't you and you could change if you wanna But fake it until you make it, right? That shit is overrated I guess I made it seem too easy, look what I created [Hook - Pell] I can't be just what you want Cause being myself's worth way much more And narrow the road paved with gold So narrow my mind towards my goals Telling you I can't be just what you want Cause being myself's worth way much more And narrow the road paved with gold So narrow my mind towards my goals 'Till I explode [Verse 2 - Packy] Just started introducing myself with my stage name Just got these girls in VIP playing the age game But all these rappers in my ear tryna talk about business They thirstier for my digits than all the bitches I keep to myself They don't know my struggles Until the day that Q is here to lead the prayer, I refuse to huddle That type of shit make me focus on goals Four months on the road, it's easy to focus on hoes Dreamt about this shit now there's no time to smell the roses Taking pics and tryna strike all of the poses before the venue closes Then we toast to another night I ain't walk at my graduation, that felt like another life And I'm sorry mom You would've liked the photographs, I know now But your son will be the reason the arena sold out The same one, been predicting shit since day one Say it, then I do it They don't do it, they just say some' [Hook] [Verse 3 - Packy] When they make a movie 'bout us play this at the credits And when you quote me tell them I'm the one that said it Play this shit at the - Fuck that anonymous shit, I want all the credit I see 'em talk like they run shit, like they're the committee, uh uh Who else got people round the country shoutin' out the city I'm preaching this to the choir though, right? You bought your stock in me You fake but you not stupid, you don't want no prob with me On the road with my family, need to recharge the battery Find that girl with the ass and all the southern hospitality Emptied all the accounts, flipped, and doubled that Grindin', now I make a couple hundred on my couch unwindin' Years in the making, I'm blessed, but don't call it luck If you ain't 'bout it like I'm 'bout it show respect, don't call it love And keep hollerin' at my old things It's cool, I like it better when it's no strings