To Turning 26... lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Nick Miles, Quentin Miller
What a time, ooh

[Verse]
Ay, here come the package
Here come the package
Come the package, ay
Ooh, here come the
Yeah, here come the package
I deliver the package
Wrap up the package
Watch me send you the package, yeah
n*ggas was sleepin', I bet they won't do that again
No they ain't gon do that, again no they ain't gon do that again
Linked up with Nick again, and he sending the package in
I hit up my drug man and he sending the package in
Back on the pack again, I'm back on that pack again
No n*gga we are not friends we ain't even gon act like friends
Skrrt, back in the whip that I push like the latest Benz
I take pride in the sh*t I acquired you hated man, yeah
They want the wave, they want the wave again
But I cannot save you, I cannot save you man, yeah
I'm back on that bullsh*t, my n*ggas back on that bullsh*t
Y'all n*ggas ain't doin' sh*t, all my n*ggas is doin' sh*t
Thought you could intimidate me, n*ggas thought they could ruin it
But Ima keep movin' it, I'ma keep movin' it
Oh I got enemies now, dudes wanna injury me now
n*ggas pretend to be down, sh*t go down ain't nowhere to be found
I can't be friends with these rappers
I can't pretend with these rappers
I put an end to these rappers
1317 you bast*rds
Back on the pack again
I got the pack again, I got the pack again
Me and Nick got the pack again, we got the pack again
n*ggas slept on once before, I bet they won't do that again
Holy flow, holy flow, I should just move to the Vatican
Hottest flow, hottest flow, hotter than June in Nevada man
Not from the six in Toronto, the six in Atlantastan
Outro:
? that's Decatur, Georgia
26 years ago today, it's my birthday
Winnett county, what's happening
Yeah, that sh*t really made a n*gga, not gonna flex
? Gwinett county kid
I really stayed on snapfinger, yeah
I really used to jog every day on Glenwood
I really used to uh, take that bus, I think it was that 86 to east lake
And ride the train all the way to North Springs just to sell cable for Comcast
Back when I was sleepin' in the kitchen at Wall crib, what it do
It's a lot more to a n*gga you know, y'all tryna box me in
Trap me in a certain story
I'm 26 years old today, you know
There's a lot more to me than y'all think
Yeah, n*ggas really shed blood over this, over this rap beef sh*t
And I didn't even ask to be apart of it
And I'm just tryna make some money to feed my daughter
But I'm wrong for that right?
Ight then