I’m gonna make a few hundred thousand
And leave this place so
baby hold my bag
You’ll keep making crappy songs all your lives
That’s rude though, you should think about your listeners
If you’re really sorry, then just retire

just quit now
pack it up
do you go hard
then back it up
just quit now
pack it up
do you go hard?
then back it up

let’s take it back to the days in new york
Ever since I started rap
I never thought of chart rankings
That hasn’t changed now either
Of course sometimes, I get some suspicion
Really? Why him?
When I see a 0 value song on the top of the charts
I know each person has their own taste
I respect that but come on, why him?

i don’t really get it but it’s how it is
There’s no answer so I guess I’ll just need to focus
Music comes second
You need to have a good image
Even if your album sucks, you just need good featurings
Guns that you don’t own
Smoking bongs, acting like you have something
know some real trappers out there
but you ain’t one
Oh yeah
Stop destroying yourself on Instagram, your fans are crying

just quit now
pack it up
do you go hard
then back it up
just quit now
pack it up
do you go hard?
then back it up

why don’t you
just quit now
pack it up
do you go hard
then back it up
just quit now
pack it up
do you go hard?
then back it up

wait i got more
Empty-headed criticizers, pack it up
Words pooped out of jealousy, pack it up
Everyone around you should know
But you still manipulate the charts and deny it till the end, pack it up
I’ll give you points for the fight you’re putting up
I’m sick of songs that copy bits and pieces of other popular songs
And still doing really well but I need to keep going, there’s no time for rest
no white flag
no white flag
come here baby
hold my bag
call my mama
call my dad
we good for a lifetime
that’s a humble brag
we used to walk around and have people laugh at us
now prada callin up cus we regulars
I’ma leave after I get that money
i better go start packing up