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The Light Pack

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Y'all ready, y'all ready, right?
This still got me a lil' confused
you know what I mean?
Y'all ready, right? Yeah
Okay, yeah (Back up, back up)
Been in my mind lately
hah, been in my mind (Yeah)
Yeah, harder to find lately
(Yeah, y'all better get ready)
Yeah

Wrote this accompanied by a lil' reefer
My Beats pill speaker (Yeah)
And my two hundred milliliter Hennessey
I hit your lil' chica
told that bitch to ven aqui
Then proceed to bend the knees (Yeah)
I been a G livin' life the way I please
Came from the middle
of the East like I'm Lebanese
Bottom line, these MCs lobotomized
a thousand times
If we talkin' 'bout
their rhyme for rhyme (Yeah)
My stats combined got stocks and bonds
Multiply my worth ten times
by twenty-nine, nigga
I ain't lyin'
I'm already on my seventh figure
But I got other things on my mind
that's much bigger (Yeah)
Like bein' the voice
to this voiceless generation
And fill the void (Right)
I can't avoid this temptation
When I exploit, I explode off, detonation
Push my buttons and I go off
with no explanation (Haha)

Been in my mind lately
yeah, been in my mind
So harder to find lately
harder to find

You best keep runnin'
the brother on me back
But I just keep comin' (Yeah)
niggas on the Act'
And they just beef runnin' (Push)
hit you in them tracks
But it all means nothin' (Yeugh)
nothin', nothin'

Cold cases, murder niggas on a daily basis
Luminol flow, no traces
I am the blacklight
my whole career off of crack, right?
Olympic divin' in this money
watch me jackknife
My rap life ain't like yours
I'm really goin' home to five stories
and bright walls
Tied James Paytons
he said he got my one-of-ones waitin'
Why y'all thinkin' James Evans Jr.?
Four and a half karats of tumor
At Nick Bhindi like Slick Rick the Ruler
Say less about your jewelers
You overpaid for it while bae ignore it
Your shit is just made for TV
thank Draya for it
VIP sections can't be recorded
You might catch a housewife
Where niggas pay 'em like they weigh
and drop it outright
Get your count right, we can talk numbers
Single file, add up my digits
'til next summer, niggas

I'm like the Wizard of Oz
on the yellow brick road (Right)
Ride slow with the iron, man (What else?)
New flows for your dome right
out the fryin' pan (Right)
Got that free smoke
you inhale through your diaphragm
I'm eatin' now
had to change up my diet plan (Yeah)
Never lyin', I am lion fang
Comin' for the biggest cats
in the food chain
Kill 'em all
the only thing left the fools chain
And who to blame?
Is it written raps or ancient artifacts?
(Yeah)
And niggas rippin' tracks
and spittin' all the facts
Drippin' out my cardiac
arrest is not needed to my body flat
Nah, killin' shows, stackin' bodybags
Catch you where the zombies at
Underground kings, niggas honor that
My forward-thinkin'
make 'em all rewind it back (Yeah)
Way ahead of my time, I surpass niggas
This a daily reminder
that I am that nigga
Badmon ting (Stupid, stupid, stupid)

Been in my mind lately
yeah, been in my mind
So harder to find lately
harder to find

You best keep runnin'
the brother on me back
But I just keep comin'
niggas on the Act'
And they just beef runnin'
hit you in them tracks
But it all means nothin', nothin', nothin'