Next Question (Intro)

[Verse 1: Packi] It’s my time, bout to give you that, wait hold up, wait bring it back K I’m ready now, here we go again, now I’m settled down, now I’m goin in K the truth is, I’m nervous What if this don’t serve it’s purpose What if it’s worthless, what have I learned man What have I earned man, do I deserve this? Uh….Gee, I don’t know But…Gee, I do G-O So hard you can’t knock that Turning down shows, what you know bout that Not about the cheese, I’m all about the craft All about the floss, not about the plaques Not about the glam, not about the glitz I’m all about the fam, I’m all about the hits Next Question, where the REFS at? That’s your girlfriends ass? Where the rest at? This is my time, my zone, my city, my home But I’m gone…till I make it to the tip top Till the wheels fall off and I need a pit stop This hip hop…it’s my drug And I can’t get enough, I’m addicted to the love…and the hate And the hugs and the shakes And the phonies and the fakes But I know I got the homies and they won’t let me fail They got me on track, and I won’t derail Got me like sonic, I don’t chase tail Tail chase me cuz they think I’m ill (eww) Hah and that’s real So this life, I gotta have it When you see my CD, gotta grab it When you see me, see Packi I ain’t change, I just picked up a new habit Im gonna wreak havoc on this rap shit Man everything I want I’m gonna have it Then I'mma be ballin in Florida Cuz the way I heat verse is magic Packi are you the illest? Uhuh Packi are you the realest? Uhuh Packi shouldn’t you be getting more attention? Uh…you’re damn right next question