Familiar With Floss

by The Specktators

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released 28 October 2011
Executive Producer: Moe-T

Mixtape Cover By: ABP and MDesigns

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Track Name: Next Question (Intro)
Verse
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 imma 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
Track Name: Neon Lights
Verse 1
Lights, camera, action, gon tell me when to go
This is our year, boy, if ya didn’t know
I hop in the whip n go, rollin down the win-a-dow
City full of hopefuls, lookin for a winner though
Guess it’s L-Town, cuz to win in it is difficult
But I’m not your typical, I am the reciprocal
Iller than the realest spitter, really every syllable
Everything I say is real, some of it is literal
Most of you are fake, so my circle’s at a minimal
What you gonna do? Imma be the man
Young dude with my green tight. Peter Pan
Taking off and I’ll never land, never land
Effo-effort turned my dream into the effi-effin plan

Hook
From a dream to the real thing, I see my name in them neon lights
Livin life in the fastlane, they say I changed, but I’ll be alright
Put my name in the neon, neon
Get a hold of my crew, tell em we on, we on, hey
Pack your bags we gon be on flights
To the biggest cities, lookout for these neon lights aahh
Ne-on, Ne-on, Ne-on…lights, where they at?

Verse 2
Maaaan, I’ve been ready for this moment
People had their shot sh-shot and they missed on it
I was working my ass off. They dissed on it
But when I make it I bet they want an assist on it
Maaaan, you must be J-Kidding
You say hold up, me say get it
You say do it, me say did it
City in my palm boy, middle of the mitten
Whatchu know about that man? I see through you feline’s like cat scans
That’s why I kept my crew close
Soon as I make this bread, we gon have a new toast, yup

Hook
From a dream to the real thing, I see my name in them neon lights
Livin life in the fastlane, they say I changed, but I’ll be alright
Put my name in the neon, neon
Get a hold of my crew, tell em we on, we on, hey
Pack your bags we gon be on flights
To the biggest cities, lookout for these neon lights aahh
Ne-on, Ne-on, Ne-on…lights, where they at?

Verse 3
I wanted this since I could listen to a rap song
Chillin with my headphones still in, backpack on
Now I’m on stage with a frickin snapback on
People in their whips with a frickin Speck track on, dang
Everybody know what my slang is, sayin my name, know who my gang is
I just wanna be famous
Money talks, and pretty soon it’ll be speaking my language
You could talk shit, but I speaka no lame-ish
Your girlfriend ain’t leavin with who she came with
Haters never gonna get to me
You could stay pissed at me, cuz you ain’t shit to me. What now?

Hook
From a dream to the real thing, I see my name in them neon lights
Livin life in the fastlane, they say I changed, but I’ll be alright
Put my name in the neon, neon
Get a hold of my crew, tell em we on, we on, hey
Pack your bags we gon be on flights
To the biggest cities, lookout for these neon lights aahh

Bridge
Big city dreamin. All the lights beamin
I like the feelin. What a nice evening
Big city dreamin. All the lights beamin
I like the feelin. I like the feelin

Verse 4
I like the feeling, I’ll forever let it last
Imma treat it like a dummy, imma never let it pass
You could take it to the bank, you could throw it off the glass
Imma take it to the top and imma do it awful fast
That’s…that’s…that’s where imma try and go
Me, money, and music, that’s a love triangle
Haha haha I got a lot to buy
You can’t block the fresh, you can’t swat the fly
Ain’t no ‘I’ in stop, ain’t no stopping I
Purchase me some diamonds, call that rock-a-bye
Bye-bye to the broke days and the no ways, hello to the okays
Bye to the middle of winter wishin for snow days
Hi to the, hi to the, hi to the show days
Bye to the slow days, hi to my fast life ticket
And hi to the chicks with a ass like Nicki, ha

Hook
From a dream to the real thing, I see my name in them neon lights
Livin life in the fastlane, they say I changed, but I’ll be alright
Put my name in the neon, neon
Get a hold of my crew, tell em we on, we on, hey
Pack your bags we gon be on flights
To the biggest cities, lookout for these neon lights aahh

(Ne-on, Ne-on, Ne-on)
Track Name: Super Floss feat. DJ Kojo
Verse
Ain’t nobody messin with me when I grip the pen
I’m the illa illest shit to hit this city in a min
I’m the bomb ay? Sippin on gin spittin synonyms
Sleeping on me dumby? Time to get your second wind
I’ve been winning for a minute, you not on your second win
You don’t have a W, ya reckon that I’m wreckin it
I reckon that you’re checkin me out, I’m just checkin in
Youngin in the game so they tell me I’m developing
Hell if imma stay irrelevant
To these unintelligent benedicts
Acting like they know rap and they invented it
Wanna be a hip-hop head? Then get ahead of it
Either way hater stay the hell out of my element
Yeah!
Imma shine boy, you ain’t getting none of it
Automatic with my 16’s, like a gun in it
This is my town and I’m runnin it
Ain’t no gaps in my raps, they wouldn’t be holy with a nun in it
Skip the hook, imma flow to the fullest
My words are my weaponry, boatload of bullets
Finger on the trigger
Mess with me and it’s a recipe for me to teach a lesson
G I’ll go ahead and pull it bang!
Wussup…that’s your girl that your cussin out
You’re mad she’s at my show to see what all the fuss about
Front row in that shirt that she’s busting out
That’ll teach you to trust a hoe, man shut your mouth
I ain’t for no games bro keep it to yourself
Why you wearing baby GAP, keep those clothes on your shelf
Hah I’m only kidding, but really tho
Drop it to the floor baby, go’on take it really low
Yeah I’m just living life and enjoying it
Staying sucker free and it works like I’m employing it
Okay. Word imma kid from the burbs
I don’t hide it, I just take a beat and ride it better than the herbs
Get it through your thick head imma problem
Don’t tie me to wack dudes cuz I’m not them
Gon tie me to my crew cuz I got them
REFS in this Beotch. Boy that’s the squadron
And I’m the emcee that ya slept on
Better get up or expect to be stepped on
I’m prepped with a pep in my step now
So step down, I take a big city, turn it to a Speck town
What you know about the kid who spits spherical lyrical circles
Around these turtles, guess I’ll be the hare in this race
If you don’t see me, you got hair in your face
I don’t need a scrabble board to put a square in his place
You got a chip on your shoulder, and got a ape on your back
I got my city on my shoulder, and a cape on my back
You wanna step to Superman, you’ll get a lesson, infact
I got a message for you hacks, you ain’t messing with Shaq
My shit is super floss, my shit is super floss
I don’t speak in turn, I’m a super boss
Super this, super that, let’s get super sauced
My shit is super floss, my shit is super floss
My shit is super floss
Track Name: I Don't Know What To Do
Yeah
You ever have a girl that…you just can’t get off your mind
You saw her that one time…but you know she’s gotta be the one right?

Verse 1
How can I get to you?
Touch you, feel you, admit to you
I see you see you in my sleep, think of you all night
You’re my spark in the dark, my match; I don’t need the light
Then I wake up, open my eyes, and we break up
But I’m excited for tonight when we make up
You and me gonna be caked up
Why can’t you be in my life though?
Stop hiding in my dreams at night yo
I’m rising high tryna get my sunshine
That’s you. Gotta find you…make you mine
I’m flyin high tryna go for you, but when I touchdown imma go for two
Cuz I want it all and my all is you Ms. Flawless
I don’t know what to do

Hook
I don’t know what to do
Yeah
About this dream and you
I wish it would come true
Somebody help me out yeah
Somebody help me out please
For real tho
You got me, You got me
You got me, girl you got me

Verse 2
You got me so caught up
Feels like I’m drownin, soak it up
Dreamin about you, so I don’t get up
My eyes stay closed, they don’t open up
So maybeeee
I’ll see you again
Stories in my head
I think you’re the end
Or I want ya to be
I ain’t tryna be friends
You’re my dream girl
So I’m tryna see you in bed
Hah get it? Good
I really should
Wake up, but it’s just getting really good
Somebody pinch me
She in love with me
Which me? This me? Or the me in this dream?
I gotta figure it out
Like what do I do?
How do I say, what I really feel about you?
I just don’t know baby
You might not be real, but then maybe…

Hook
Just maybe
Baby you’re driving me crazy
Yeah
Dad a dadada
Oh man
Moe-T you crazy for this one
Bring those levels down
Yeah uh

Verse 3
Alright, I wanna wine and dine you
But I’m outside my mind tryna find you
Some love is blind. Mine is too, but mine is true
What would I do if life was minus you?
Why would God put you in my dreams but choose to leave you out of reality
My mentality is shook. Writing verses and you got me hooked
I see you when I close my eyes, now I wanna look
But what do I do? What do I say?
How do I keep you around for just another day?
Or night. You left, now I ain’t feelin right
Every other girl that I see I don’t really like
Yeah where you hiding at, residing at
Get outta my mind with that
I gotta find you, close my eyes and count to ten
No more playin around, I’m playin to win
Track Name: Young And In Love
Verse 1
Wussup cutie? What you up to?
Not much huh? You should come thru
We could rent a flick, maybe cuddle up
It’s whatever girl, we got that puppy love
Yup, I just gotta hold you
I still got a lotta things that I gotta show you
You don’t really know me
I don’t really know you
But I think I like that
And I know you like it too
Cuz we…not worried bout a damn thing
She could give damn bout what another man think
It’s all about us two
Just me, plus you
We could do whatever girl
I ain’t tryna rush you at all
And I ain’t tryn be an adult
Two kids playin around, layin around
Doing nothing but laughin and paintin the town
I put that smile there, nobody takin it down

Hook
We just…young and in love (7x)

Verse 2
What you wanna do? Mall or the movies?
Take a lil walk in the fall with the cool breeze
I’m good, long as you are
Bring you to my old hood, take you on a tou-ar (tou-ar, tou-ar)
And that’s Speck shit
When I’m with you, I ain’t worried bout the next chick
I don’t even see one…I’m seein reruns of this
Ain’t no telling what’s gon become of this
All I know, I want me some of this
Get my friends to come meet some of this
Summer love, but the heart knows no season
Now the colors on the trees leavin
Talkin to you on the phone for no reason
I don’t mind
We’ve been waiting for this love a long time
So let’s overdose
They said we couldn’t be young and in love
I’ll take both of those hah

Hook
We just…young and in love (7x)

Bridge
It really ain’t complicated
Ain’t no point in that, no point in that
Ain’t no point in that, nah ain’t no point in that, no point in that
This love ain’t complicated
Ain’t no point in that, no point in that
Ain’t no point in that, nah ain’t no point in that, no point in that
Track Name: That Thang feat. MirImage
Hook
Do-do that thang, girl move your body
Whoa girl move your body, n bring it over to papi
I’m tryna make you my main, my main shorty
I ain’t leavin this party till your numbers in my pocket
But I don’t know your name, but I know you got it
Whoa girl I know you got it, so let me claim it and cop it
And I don’t know who you came with, but I know one thing
You should leave with me yeah

Verse 1
That thang, that thang you do, I can’t put my finger on it
But every time the DJ plays a banger, you lay claim up on it
It’s like the dance floor has your name upon it
Girl I got the picture, but its nothing without your frame upon it
Dang you got that thing, got them lames hangin on ya
They keep pulling money out, and you? You keep drankin on em hah
I see that passion for your fashion’s great
You could wear seven belts, and you’d still fascinate
I don’t know what it is, and you don’t gotta tell us
You got the fellas, and you got the ladies hella jealous
Cuz girl you got that thang, got that body language
I can read it read it, and I know exactly what it’s sayin
Quit playin, girl I just want your name
I’m not worried about where you’re going, I’m just happy that you came
And if you let me get to know you, I can make you feel the same
But for now just do it, do it, d-do it, do that thang, ay!

Hook
Do-do that thang, girl move your body
Whoa girl move your body, n bring it over to papi
I’m tryna make you my main, my main shorty
I ain’t leavin this party till your numbers in my pocket
But I don’t know your name, but I know you got it
Whoa girl I know you got it, so let me claim it and cop it
And I don’t know who you came with, but I know one thing
You should leave with me yeah

Verse 2
Look around and I caught your eye, don’t try to act like I’m not your guy
You’re so fly, that’s no lie
Only reason that this girl’s by my side cuz she’s not so shy
She’s not mine
Look over here and see me not tryin
She’s selling out, I’m not buying. I am only eyein you
Tryin to get a sign or two, dyin to get behind you
You’re just buying your time, tryin to be deciding who you’re about to ride with
I could be your sidekick. Put you on some fly shit, I could be your pilot
Take these 7 d-d-digits down, and you can d-d-dial it
Cuz th-th-th-that thang is calling and you know I’m picking up
These other chicks in the club are thick but you know they ain’t thick enough
You’re so good at being bad, and I ain’t mad at it
Got you permanently on my mind it’s like I tatted it
Ooh baby, ooh baby I see me with you baby
What you say we get the crew and bid this place ado baby? Yeah
I ain’t think that thing would get me but it did
Now I gotta kick it with you girl and find out what it is

Hook
Do-do that thang, girl move your body
Whoa girl move your body, n bring it over to papi
I’m tryna make you my main, my main shorty
I ain’t leavin this party till your numbers in my pocket
But I don’t know your name, but I know you got it
Whoa girl I know you got it, so let me claim it and cop it
And I don’t know who you came with, but I know one thing
You should leave with me yeah
Track Name: Gone
Verse 1
Uh…we used to be so perfect
I would give you anything, but you were so worth it
Talkin to you, girl, I was so nervous
Even if I never showed it on the surface
That was the purpose, I had to be cool
I had to learn how to love, had to be schooled
I had it bad, I had to be with you
I thought you were the one, guess I had to be fooled. Dang
And it’s never been the same
You took a lot of me, but you never took blame
You took aim at my heart, bang
Now it’s heartbreak, and a need fresh start (start) for my heart’s sake
And it’s hard to take, cuz God knows, girls like you are hard to make
Nowadays I wake up, and I’m on my own
No more good morn-in texts, waitin on my phone
And I know you’re (Gone)

Hook
Look to my right side just to realize you’re…(Gone)

Verse 2
I wanna forget ya, get ya outta my head and outta the picture
The problem is, when I try and sleep,I think about your promises
And honestly theres a lotta things ya didn’t keep
You said you’d be there, so I took the leap
We said a lot of shit maybe talk is cheap
Maybe I should known I was in too deep
But every time ya fall in love the hills too steep
Now I’m dealing with the consequence
I guess I shoulda had some common sense
To know at some point you would drop the bomb
And since ya did, I haven’t been able to get rid of the memories
You pretend to be a friend to me now, but you’re never defending me
When did we become enemies…girl
What MADE ya CHANGE your mind was it them or me?
I don’t know, used to make me stay now I gotta go?

Hook
Look to my right side just to realize you’re… (uhuh, man)

Verse 3
And it’s all the same
When we’re together, you never stay
You just walk away, how could you just walk away
Yeah it’s all the same
When we’re apart I go insane
Just wanna be your everything
Haha…but
Track Name: Over Again
Verse 1
So this is it I guess huh
I tried to give you time, but you ain’t missin this huh
Now we’re fake friends. You think it’s magnificent
I’d rather not be friends at all cuz I don’t see the difference
I kinda wish we never tried to be together
Or even if I never met you…that’d be even better
I can’t get you outta my mind
You got me in over my head, runnin outta my time
I gotta move on, you gotta stop calling me, I gotta stop getting gone
Every time I’m faded and you call it’s like a new dawn
I wake up next to you, this shit’s been going on too long, I swear
They call, I hang up. You call, I’m there
It’s not fair…it’s not fair dang
I try to be a player but it’s your game
Scrollin through my phone, but all I can see is your name

Hook
Over and overrrrr. And over again
You get the best of me
You say it’s overrrrr. Over and over again
Why can’t you let me be

Verse 2
Just like that
You tell me we’re done, and I don’t fight back
What a surprise
Go ahead girl, put your makeup on, what a disguise
It don’t cover up the tear in one of your eyes
I don’t know why we don’t work
I thought it was you
Member when you said you loved me?
I thought it was true, so
Don’t stand there crying (sing)
I don’t feel no sympathy
You’re the one that messed me up
I thought we were meant to be
When {emphasis on ‘when’} you get lonely again, I hope you don’t remember me
You will tho, and I bet I fall for it
You’ll say that you need some help, and I bet I offer it
What the hell’s a guy to do
All I want is something real baby, all I got is you (you, you)

Hook
Over and overrrrr. And over again
You get the best of me
You say it’s overrrrr. Over and over again
Why can’t you let me be

Verse 3
This shit is crazy ain’t it ridiculous
Ain’t it insane, ain’t there a day we’re gonna sick of this?
I don’t know I must be on some other shit, what is it
It’s workin for you? If what you got is a spell, well then I’m under it
Tryna get over it. But I can’t get control of it
I need a breath of fresh air, but for some reason I just keep holdin it (loud breath!)

Hook
Over and overrrrr. And over again
You get the best of me
You say it’s overrrrr. Over and over again
Why can’t you let me be
And it’s over. Again.
Track Name: EL Girls
Verse 1
Uh…uh…yeah…okay…shout out to (Charles Hamilton)
I’m a…Speck kid, and I rep East Lansing
In and outta shows where they know we do the damn thing
Choes keep asking about the rap thing
“Who’s Packi?” That’s me. E, Boogie, Bruce P, Skeem baby that’s team
Get acquainted, entertainment at its greatest
People either love us or they love to hate us
Either way it’s gravy cuz you’re helping in making me famous
That’s why I mess with my city cuz they all know what the name is
S to the P, E to the C-K
Girls wanna cut and they don’t speak to the DJ
Heeeyy…what you know about it?
We be getting sauced, repping floss everywhere that we go about it
Yeah. Holler at me when you see me, tell me that you got The Speck all over your CD
Believe me, imma flow till I hit ceiling
So, where the choes at? Prolly where the shows at

Hook
See I had a couple b-r…oads (broads) out in GR but
Ain’t nothing like a EL girl
I been outta town messin with a girl up in Mount Pleasant
But ain’t nothing like a EL girl
That chick in Ann Arbor could only be my DL girl
Cuz she ain’t nothing like a EL girl
Damn sure ain’t nothing like a EL girl
Da-damn sure ain’t nothing like a EL girl

Verse 2
And that’s re-al girl, truer words never been spoken
These choes provoking, hoping, to get your boy open, but no can do
If these college kids score, then a pro can too
And I’m a pro ma’am who’s, programmed to go, never heard of nerves
I’m straight A’s when we’re talking bout learning curves
Man, this’ll prolly make you madder
But if you think she’s bad, then my friends already had her
Damn, I’m only kidding…but really though
Even when I mess around (around)…I can really flow
Master of the microphone, wizard with the wordplay
She asked me for some food for thought, I fed her off like Sergei…hey
And that’s word to Motown, login to REFS, get the password to cho-town haha
And I ain’t worried bout my GPA, this is for the bitties in my city and it’s PDA

Hook
See I had a couple b-r…oads (broads) out in GR but
Ain’t nothing like a EL girl
I been outta town messin with a girl up in Mount Pleasant
But ain’t nothing like a EL girl
That chick in Ann Arbor could only be my DL girl
Cuz she ain’t nothing like a EL girl
Damn sure ain’t nothing like a EL girl
Da-damn sure ain’t nothing like a EL girl

Ain’t nothing like a EL girl (x3)
Damn sure ain’t nothing like a EL girl
Da-damn sure ain’t nothing like a EL girl
Track Name: Whippin'
Ay, we’re just ridin round mean muggin old folks you know?
Stayin strapped…got the AK with the (scopin it)
Sike! It’s the Speck dummy!

Verse 1
We be
Rollin, real slow n, got no clue where we goin
2 in the afternoon, but you can’t tell me it’s not morning
Faded still faded from last night, but we made it
We MJ and Pippen, Moe-T is whippin, cuz I been sippin
Damn, I don’t waste no time huh
I see you lookin mama you a bad bitch
Imma call you karma
And see if you come back around and hop in my car ma
I think you bout it bout it, I think you like you a rhyma
I stole the dictionary I got a way with words
That’s how I got my girl, and I got away with yours…uh
Now they’re both chillin in the back seat
While you’re tweakin out, yellin, “where’s Packi?!”

Hook
Whippin round town, lookin out my window (x3)
Whippin, whippin, whippin, whippin
Whip so rowdy, whip so loud
Whip so full, the whip’s sold out
Whip so smooth, with the whip slowed down

Ay girl…my boy’s got a ’09 Malibu. What does that do for ya?
Huh? What about Moe’s Camry? What about you, your friend, AND me?
Haha damn
Man this some funny shit
Chillin with the crew and some honey dips
And we be…

Verse 2
We be
Wilin, freestylin, the whip’s on autopilot
My kicks are out the window, your kick’s are outta style it
Sucks you don’t know what’s hood
But that’s okay it’s all good
I know you’re self-conscious, so you don’t stare long
But I wish yall would
Yeah I wish yall would, why you think I play my shit so loud
Puttin on a show in the car. You would think that the whip sold out
My intentions are good, my decisions are poor
Boy I’m the attention, your girl’s an attention whore
Man, why you so damn surious
I’m clownin, act like you know
Man, why you so damn curious
You ain’t never seen my crew before?
Hahahaha, another day and not a dollar
Just patrolin in my squad’s car, windows down so we can holler

Hook
Whippin round town, lookin out my window (x3)
Whippin, whippin, whippin, whippin
Whip so rowdy, whip so loud
Whip so full, the whip’s sold out
Whip so smooth, with the whip slowed down

Ay girl…tryna let me holler?
Don’t you see me in Dub’s Impala?
Or I could be in E’s whip
With the murked out wheels
Even though we could be in the Eclipse
Shit maybe I’m Skeemin in Pipteen
With Dish lookin for Q, have ya seen him?
Have you seen him? If you see him…tell him we be

We be,
Livin it up, I got room for you girl, get in the front
These girls say, they done tryn, so they givin it up
And these girls ain’t blind, so they give it to us
Floss over whatever, like hell yeah
You don’t know the crew, your girl’ll tell ya
We’re out here scopin it, windows down
If the doors ain’t open. It’s over
I’m what’s hot, why the hell you so-brr
Get a drink in your system. Dang
Lookin for your girls? Just missed em. ray
And I’m outro, kiss my A to the S-S
With a little excess bass in the whip
And a lotta double takes on the whip
Bombay, OJ, and a case in the whip
Oh that’s why everybody chasin the whip? hot…damn
Nothing like it
That’s a hot line, but your boy’s not psychic
Stayin with a sidekick, never ride solo
Never go too fast, tell him go slo-mo
Get it? Dome out the moon roof, De-troit fitted
Got the-got the head noddin, seesaw with it
Cuz the beats all legit, and she’s all with it
Shiiiit I guess that complete’s all of it

Hook
Whippin round town, lookin out my window (x3)
Whippin, whippin, whippin, whippin
Whip so rowdy, whip so loud
Whip so full, the whip’s sold out
Whip so smooth, with the whip slowed down
Track Name: Obnoxious
Verse 1
Oh shit, this is so not proper
Kickin it with the mitten state showstopper
Michigan repperrrr, middle of the hand
Thumbs up to your cho, middle finger to the man
Yessir
Lookout bro, the pen’ll kill
Sleeping on the fire man? This ain’t even been a drill
Way over your head, like some bad brain
You’re not on the bandwagon yet, that’s a damn shame
But that’s fine, that’s fine, that’s fine
You’ll be hittin snooze for the last time, last time
You call your chick daily, I call that chick mine
If I put the D-on then she’ll call me Primetime
Man you couldn’t kill the cat if you hit it nine times
I’m an emcee, square, so she give ME Einstein
This shit right here? It’s perfecto
Put it on a blank check, imma be successful

Hook
Whoa. You know what it is
I got this. (What?) Hotness. Go ahead stop this
Nahh. You know what is bro
You know what is hoe. You know what it is. You know, you know…whoa
I got-I got-I got-I got got this
(What?) The throne boy. Go ahead watch this
I mean I’m thrown boy, faded, unconscious
I mean I’m in my zone, K? I’m obnoxious

Verse 2
Oh, you bit off a little more than you could chew
I could take your flow and do it better than what you could do
Look at you, lookin at me, what is it you staring at
I look at you only cuz I wonder why you’re wearing that
Dang, I’m in a different league than these other boys
And I’m tired of hiding it, time for me to make some noise
Bang
Put my foot in the game, now I’m a shoe-in
I can’t stop doing my thang
Packi, locked in the stu writin fueeeego
They don’t like to saaaaay it, but guarantee you theeey know
So they don’t step on the team
Or maybe they do, but it don’t make a blip on the screen
For real, I don’t know what the deal is
Your shit was wack, then you talked, now it still is
Zip it up, your jaws droppin, pick it up
Take the camera for me and Moe, your chick wants a pic of us….bitch

Hook
Whoa. You know what it is
I got this. (What?) Hotness. Go ahead stop this
Nahh. You know what is bro
You know what is hoe. You know what it is. You know, you know…whoa
I got-I got-I got-I got got this
(What?) The throne boy. Go ahead watch this
I mean I’m thrown boy, faded, unconscious
I mean I’m in my zone, K? I’m obnoxious

Verse 3
This ain’t even difficult
I be runnin through these bars like they were invisible
Turnin heads, what is this a physical?
Music is medicinal
But get me on a beat and its condition will be critical
Cuz I…stay floss like dentists do it
And I…rock mics like Lenox Lewis
But I never tie-son, imma stay getting wins for the city I’m from
How about that
I’ll be an outcast till I count stacks
Sippin on, damn I cannot even pronounce that
Trampoline booties, look at how they bounce back
Imma do it big, I don’t see how you could doubt that
Gimme hotels and the whole crew (Gimme that)
Gimme warm weather and a cold brew (Gimme that)
And a dope stu (yup), and some cool choes (hey)
I could say the name (REFS), but you already know

Hook
Whoa. You know what it is
I got this. (What?) Hotness. Go ahead stop this
Nahh. You know what is bro
You know what is hoe. You know what it is. You know, you know…whoa
I got-I got-I got-I got got this
(What?) The throne boy. Go ahead watch this
I mean I’m thrown boy, faded, unconscious
I mean I’m in my zone, K? I’m obnoxious
Track Name: Type Nice
Verse 1
I pop the top off the drink of the night
If you’re not feeling it yet, you’re not drinkin it right
While you’re sittin there nursing it
I just took a shot, took my dude’s beat box, and threw a verse in it
Dang…we the life of the party aren’t we
Getting retardy, sippin Bacardi
Drinkin it faster, than a Ferrari
Ain’t no controlling me, what are you Ari?
What am I Vince? Maybe Lombardi
Cuz I be popping champagne like I’m winning the game
If you’re not on my team you’ll be sorry
Where does my gang go? Any residence where the dr-drinks flow
Where the fine ass choes at and the wine flows at
Everybody knows that…Girl, where your clothes at?
Oh, the wine’s kickin in, or it might be Heineken
She’s working that behind again, somebody should remind me that
I’m drunk!
Cuz I might make some bad decisions
I can’t even see straight, I might need some supervision
Wave your hand up in my face, and you won’t get no two for flinchin
Cuz I’m passed out, I’m not waking up, ain’t no point in pinchin hah

Hook
See me on the town I bet I’m faded
Don’t hear my song at the club? They already played it
I-i-i-im feeling type nice
Drinks on the house, that’s the right price so
Gimme four of those, more dough to blow
And a couple more forties okay
I…Dr-dr-drink it like there’s no tomorrow
Ain’t no need to get the shot glasses, I drink it from the bottle ah!
Straight from the bottle ah! Straight from the bottle ah!
Straight from the bottle. To the bottom of the bottle.

Verse 2
Act like you don’t know, how I got so throwed
I’m faded off the soco or it could be the 4 Lokos tho
Good thing I’m 21 now so the popo’s not gon get me
All I see is hoe hoe hoe’s, but they’re not sliding down the chimney
What is up with these, up with these, uppity choes
That are lookin for company
The night is y-y-young, and I ain’t done drinkin bottles of bubbly
By the time I am, any ugly girls’ll be lookin like at least 8’s
And they’re tryna get on, but since I’m a G
All they’re getting is a gee thanks
Back to my free dranks, I think I’m ready for another round
I do the homerun, give her the runaround
She could give another dude brain, let him dumb her down
Old thirsty chick, I’m thirsty too, but for this liqour
You been lookin at that drink, so long, you got, a mental pic-ture
Drink it uuup, and pass it, throw it back like it’s classic
Then throw it up like it’s nasty, we’re countin rounds like draftees
Don’t ask me if I’m hamskied, I drink whatever I damn please,
I’m tryna find my damn keys, I’m drunk

Hook
See me on the town I bet I’m faded
Don’t hear my song at the club? They already played it
I-i-i-im feeling type nice
Drinks on the house, that’s the right price so
Gimme four of those, more dough to blow
And a couple more forties okay
I…Dr-dr-drink it like there’s no tomorrow
Ain’t no need to get the shot glasses, I drink it from the bottle ah!
Straight from the bottle ah! Straight from the bottle ah!
Straight from the bottle. To the bottom of the bottle.
Track Name: REFS feat. Green Skeem
Hook
She call me the referee cuz I be so official

Verse 1
Fu-fu-fu-funk, where my REFS at?
Lemme cook you up something hot, where’s my chef’s hat?
Chronic, I represent every referee Repping Everything Flawless
But boy I go the hardest
But boy I got more bars than the warden
Where’s the competition? I’m dyin of boredom
Gimme suggestions so I can ignore em
Somebody get on my level before I beat the game
I got a lead foot on the pedal, heavy steady switchin lanes
What you know about it, I’m ahead of the curve
Head of the class, valedictorian
You got your head in your ass and still can’t spit shit
Take your L boy and get lit
You’re stuck in the sewer but can’t kick shit
I rep my team, then my city to begin the climb
Then I put the mitten on like wintertime
It’s dinner time to any rapper thinking he can spit a rhyme
Get in line
I’m not even painting yet boy, I’m still in my prime

Hook
She call me the referee cuz I be so official

Verse 2
Hold up. Squad up. Get the whip, ride up
East west what? Speck reps no side up
Central. REF shit good for your mental
Speck shit, floss shit, good for your dental
Do your thing, but that work shit? That can miss me
I ain’t waiting tables but I’m steady getting tips-y
Word to the gin, or the cap, or the jack
Got your girl with a grin when I snap on a track ahhhh
Shiit act like what you know wusssupppp
You talking shit? Oh that’s word. I just hear you discuss us
It must suck to be that lame
REFS man that be that name
Name that shit I’ll beat that game
Gas me up I keep that flame that fuego
Then we turn that table
Stack that bread, build that shit, then leh go
Get those pockets lookin prego
Say go it’s off to the races, we don’t chase it, pace it
Face it, we get wasted, take the test and ace it
Get a case and take it to the face
Because we stay sick ah

Hook
She call me the referee cuz I be so official

Verse 3 (Green Skeem)
(QTheBars)
1 of 4 Q’in the bars team doing your whore-izontally
Blowin green in my shop, green is in store
The illest team on the block, started down low now we top
It’s time for winnin, I’m tryna see Charlie Sheen on the watch
I’m on top see the seat I’m sittin in
You can’t see or match my feet, how you fittin in?
We in the game like Madden, gotta have it
Trendy’s the virus, my Johnson is Magic I have it
Shocking the world. I think I’m static
Thinkin what if I ruled the world? I’m illmatic
Flawless is a habit, I’m royalty
Now she fam floss she gotta be with that Oral B feel me?
(Daggler)
Real shit, the difference of a minute
You one minute past your face so who the fuck you kiddin?
I’m Mr. Fifteen still tickin, she mad cuz all the women
But she just want that angry sex she just said she was ventin
With her friends right? I’m runnin with the glove but not the same way as OJ
I keep a bag of trees with more colors than a fall day, always
Plus a little sippy, all fades, hey
I know that life is awaiting us. You think that there’s a team better?
You should enlighten us
Cuz we four young dudes wilin, keep the girls smiling
Pilin up, bitch don’t ask what’s what

Hook
She call me the referee cuz I be so official
Track Name: Opinions
Verse 1
People got a lotta shit to say
Same person that was nothing yesterday’s the shit today
Living in the moment
Everyone’s a prisoner
Everybody’s talking, nobody’s a listener
Whatevs
Imma get my ass to the top, like a butthead
How could I not make money from the city of the Ducketts
They say it’s luck, it’s, all about the timing
Well luckily, I agree, so I put the time in
Tell me that I’ll n-n-n-n-never make it
Make your promises to me, I promise that you b-b-break em
I’m not even mad, people stay up on some other shit
One minute you hate it, and the next minute your lovin it
Keep on saying bullshit, I’ll just keep on duckin it
One day my pocket’s gonna have more than buck in it
And you can suck on it and take your two cents
Haters getting so old, they can’t even be a nuisance

Hook
I don’t know what Pat thinks he’s doin
Does he realize that he’s just a white kid from private school
‘N his music’s wack anyway so where’s he really think he’s going?
He used to be smart, now he’ll end up being no one
Well…he said, she said. Me? I give zero shits
Imma fly above it all, I’m on my superhero shit
Say what you want about me
Say what you, say what you want about me

Verse 2
People got a lotta shit to say
Acting like they know me when they only met me yesterday and
Some old girls got a big head
Thinking my songs are bout them, like they’re the only chick I ever met
Get a grip, you ain’t all that
I don’t think about you girl, not even as a fallback. Sorry
It’s just that rumors kinda get to me
Messing up good things with girls that’s into me
So I just put that shit on paper, get to ventilatin
Contemplatin, bout the chicks that I been datin
I been takin way too many ladies at their word
Maybe it’s just time for me to kick em to the curb. Thanks
I’m an asshole? Fine. If it helps you sleep
Call me what you want, just don’t call when you wanna cheat
Saying you’re an angel, while you touching me and talking sweet
Saying it don’t make it true, baby boo, talk is cheap

Hook
Patrick, I heard you’ve been talking to her behind my back?
What is that shit? You don’t be with me?
I keep on hearing things, I thought I knew you better
You’re a dog. Why can’t you commit to me?
I don’t see what more you could want
Well…he said, she said. Me? I give zero shits
Imma fly above it all, I’m on my superhero shit
Say what you want about me
Say what you, say what you want about me

Verse 3
People got a lotta shit to say
They want me to get my weight up, I want em to get away
Like do this, do that, it’s the only way to make it
Some ppl only give advice, but don’t know how to take it
Living vicari-ously. Thru me
Tryna get me to the top so they can say they knew me
Shiiit, there’s a reason I’m ahead of ya’ll
I ain’t let you get involved or get up in my head at all
So…
Middle finger the suggestions
No. To all your questions. Too late for the veterans and sorry to the freshman
I don’t got time for the Q&A
Tru-a-lay I’m doing me (may), don’t try to get me to LA…I’m good
If you got all the secrets boy use em
But if you don’t, don’t take my digits boy lose em
I ain’t for no games, I’m not living in your lie
If you really are the man, why you all in (all in) my
Damn business?!

Hook
Packi, I’m a big fan
Look I think you got what it takes. So here’s the quick plan
Oh by the way, I rap too
Collab man! We have to
Soon as we make a track together, trust me…you’ll be that dude!
Well…he said, she said. Me? I give zero shits
Imma fly above it all, I’m on my superhero shit
Say what you want about me
Say what you, say what you want about me
Track Name: Fast Forward feat. Jahshua Smith
Verse 1
You’ve had your warning shots
It’s time for me to blow
I’ve been sitting at the light
Now it’s time for me to go
Off to the races. The pace has been set
I got amazing graces
Set to chase the days I forget the places I went
And all the faces I met
I want it to be a blur
I want these girls to love me
But I wanna be with her
I want it all
And I’m on the verge of attaining it
I’m breaking in the game
Spilling my heart
Leaving stains in it
Killing the competition
I’m a kid wit an ability
You’ve never seen
Try to get rid of me
I’m like infinity. I never stop
Imma be king
You tried to get to me
Look what you did to me
Brought out a monster
Brought out a beast
You are not to fit to be anything
Other than reason for me to spit over these beats
Fast pace liviiiin (higher)
Try to keep up
Rock your show
Jock your cho
Watch you sweep up
Then we’re out the door
Leaving town without an encore
Even our loudest doubters want more
So they

Hook
Try. To. Slow
Me down
But the world don’t stop spinning around
Try. To
Stop what I’m about
But you’re never gonna figure me out
Cuz I’m on to the next thing. Pressing
Never resting
Till I’m the best thing
The midwest’s seen
So I keep on keep on
Till I find a place to rest my head
And sleep on sleep on
Gotta keep on keep on
Fast forward

Verse 2 (JYoung The General)
They say the struggle isn’t beautiful
But you can see the lead shavings under cuticles
And no this isn’t usual
Beautiful. Seeing your loved ones know that you made it
Print in magazines planning your placement
Climb out the basement
Head for the attic where flashing lights is emphatic
And cameras smatter your actions. Actually this is happenstance
Havin that sense of arrival then you rewind it
Defying the odds, idols you idolized go from giants to lookin the same size
Just wanted to change lives. I’m watching my life change on all of these plane rides
Went from the plain side to numbers exchanged, hi’s, goodbye’s
Family ties that I built on this strange rise to fame
I’m sustaining the feeling sealing what I became
Tryna break through the ceiling and put these guys to shame
Rise to fame, it’s due to hit computer screens
Why fast forward? Imma pause and live beautifully

Hook
Try. To. Slow
Me down
But the world don’t stop spinning around
Try. To
Stop what I’m about
But you’re never gonna figure me out
Cuz I’m on to the next thing. Pressing
Never resting
Till I’m the best thing
The midwest’s seen
So I keep on keep on
Till I find a place to rest my head
And sleep on sleep on
Gotta keep on keep on
Fast forward


Verse 3
Fast forward to the better days
Private jet getaways
The day I get my cheddar straight
And every debt is paid
Fast forward to the good life
Fast forward to the day
That I find a girl that I should wife
But don’t cuz I’m livin’ life
Young and immature
Fast forward to the days
That I ain’t dumb and insecure
Fast forward till I’m PGA
Always on tour
If there’s a cure
For this
I don’t need it!
Fast forward to the day that I could be conceited
I don’t wanna be arrogant
I just wanna know that I succeeded
Fast forward
To the big lights
Big stage, big nights
Ringside seats at all the big fights
Life’s a box of chocolates
And I’m taking big bites
Fast forward to the day
That every left I take is right
Rewind to the teacher
That gave me my first sass
Now I ain’t back in school
But I’m taking first class

Hook
Try. To. Slow
Me down
But the world don’t stop spinning around
Try. To
Stop what I’m about
But you’re never gonna figure me out
Cuz I’m on to the next thing. Pressing
Never resting
Till I’m the best thing
The midwest’s seen
So I keep on keep on
Till I find a place to rest my head
And sleep on sleep on
Gotta keep on keep on
Fast forward
Track Name: I Want This So Bad (Outro)
Verse 1
I want this so bad
Sometimes it keeps me up at night
My friends hit me on my phone
But I make up an excuse, so that I can stay at home
Cuz I…
I’m not stupid man
They can’t see past the fact that I’m still Packi Duda man
So if I told them I was workin on my newest jam
And I couldn’t make it out tonight, would they understand?
No.
They don’t get it. But now I got fans. And you’re the reason I spit it
And if I ever make it, then you’re the reason I did it
I hope that you realize, that it’s because of you that my dreams are alive
I want this so bad
More than anything, I swear it’s true
But when you stand out, they try to embarrass you
That’s fine, I got a passion for this rapping thing
And even though it’s scary sometimes, I feel it happening
But it’s a race against the clock now
My hand’s a door that everybody says is locked down
Somehow I feel like I possess the key
We worked too hard for this shit not to be our destiny
I want this so bad, I can taste it
What’s a goal till you chase it?
How could I be complacent?
When you put all this faith in me…yeah
I feel like we can make it

Hook
I want this so bad (8x)