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letra de 517 - packy

[verse 1]
yeah, take it back to like 2010
prepping that first show with the skeem
all our raps hanging on the line
just a dollar and a dream
started that year solo-dolo
ended that year with a team
started outside looking in
ended that year with our own scene
i was dealing with some sh-t then
maybe someday i’ll let it all out
think i only broke down once though
i don’t really let my guard down
i ain’t get a lot of z’s back then
we were grindin’ on a lot of fronts
i ain’t where i wanna be yet
when i look back, though, i gotta stunt
i was dean’s list, i was workin’ jobs, i was makin’ music crazy
everything we did was for the dream man
that was way before the music paid me
that was way before these people knew me
that was way before they needed savin’
i got no respect for ent-tlement
i got no time for the lazy
whatchu know about going door-to-door tryna get your music out?
dead or winner, we were skippin’ dinner, we were skippin’ cl-ss tryna spread this sh-t word of mouth
you just see the doors that we open
no idea how it went down
don’t n-body make it rapping out of our town
this sh-t

[hook]
area 51 (fifty-one) (five-one-seven)
yeah we came up outta area 51 (fifty-one) (five-one-seven)
yeah we came up outta area five-one-seven
i consider it a blessin’
all my people yellin’, “we were made out in area 51” (fifty-one) (five-one-seven)
came up out the area

[verse 2]
in-state but we road-trippin’
got a couple out-of-town gigs
showcase in front of eight heads
half of ’em i came with
whole team packed in the windstar
they were sayin’ all the right things
can’t tell you how bad i needed that
sh-t was still just a pipe dream
kept my head on straight, they were the key to that
coulda quit in the heat of that
long drive home, short night sleep, up in the morn’
stick shift through a foot of snow
givin’ wrong answers to sh-t i shoulda known
straight to work, late to work, but the boss made it work
thank god
hop up in the van, wouldn’t say a word
he would have a cd burned
he would play my new sh-t first
he would know my whole d-mn verse
he would cover for me when i had to go rehe-rs-, that’s my dog
signed out on my last day, went to try to make music my job
took it to the west coast, made thirteen songs, man i blessed those
peepin’ numbers, couldn’t guess those
now my out-of-town shows out of state
out-of-town choes run away
don’t know if i’d have found those if i’d have stayed
but take me back home to the condo
get me paid, back to

- packy

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