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[Chorus] [?] Stare Take your time I already see it [?] Stare Take your time I already see it Fantasize, fantasize For everything To fall into picture [Verse 1: Packy] Yeah, uh Visionary when I turned 18 Had to show a side of me that people ain't seen I wanted everyone along with me But I had to drop a couple boys from the A-team It'll all be fine, Long as Pack on it Yeah we all had dreams but they ain't act on it Now they mad that the mantle got a plaque on it Fell off the bandwagon but they back on it And now they wonder why I'm so cynical People fall in love with an image it's so typical I been an original, everybody a critic Letras de cancionesEverybody got an opinion, and everybody give it I don't see nobody that navigated the mission I'd be liable to listen to anybody that did it We independent and been it for a minute Pulling up with the back of the van tinted And I'm the cracker that's in it What a vision we living What a position I'm in You ain't on my side now If you ain't have my back back then I remember when they hated now they act friends Even if they throwing shade now But they do it with the accent They want it with me now Hit them with the rope-a-dope, they been tryna pin me down I don't really think a lot of people get me now 'Fore they get me down I duck 'em with the Antoine shimmy now Get the paper, divvy it up, Hold my city down Hope I make the city proud Whole team getting jiggy now On the road like 4.0 On the road like it's all I know Forget to call my folks I'm missing birthdays and funerals Oh God, this shit becoming the usual Oh God, this shit becoming the usual I guess it got to get ugly before it get beautiful, yeah [Chorus] [?] Stare Take your time I already see it [?] Stare Take your time I already see it Fantasize, fantasize For everything To fall into picture [Verse 2: Packy] I dunno if I really believed it back then Young and naive, Getting my degree and rappin' Got 'em looking at me like I ain't want it that bad then But I did more in 4 years than they did in the last 10 Now we making money on the back end They look at me like, "That shit just happened" Fell into my lap, I can't help but laugh at 'em I clock in, go to work, we back at 'em, oh So into hell I go Gatekeepers wanna sell my soul To sell my flow I don't need to shell out dough to sell out shows I don't make no fake shit up, it's all bona-fide Doors close and I open eyes I been killing everything to keep the hope alive Working overtime, get the troops and we mobilize Now I'm looking at the world with my global eyes Yeah, I really see it it's all clear, I'm on tour Talking to my boys wishing they were all here I want more, the crowd working the encore Living out the shit I'm working on for my sophomore Mad Lifey, don't like me, go bite me There just might be something wrong with your psyche I'm so hyphy, this shit ain't like me You could try to shit on me, but the shit ain't likely I'm cap city born and raised And for the people that jumped ship I'll make it rain 40 days Motivated by good living and good women I love shitting on fake friends, I love winning We could really have it all We could really have it all I had a dream and I'm living it I need to make it last, I'll be damned if I spend a day not getting it, Pack [Chorus] [?] Stare Take your time I already see it [?] Stare Take your time I already see it Fantasize, fantasize For everything To fall into picture From Letras Mania