Packy - 517 lyrics
[Packy - 517 lyrics]
Yeah
Take it back to like 2010 prepping
That first show with the Skeem
All our reps 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 dealin' with some shit then
Maybe someday I'll air 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 entitlement
I got no time for the lazy
Whatchu know about going door-to door
Tryna get your music out? Dead of winter
We were skippin' dinner we
Were skippin' class
Tryna spread this shit word of mouth
You just see the doors that we open
No idea how it went down
Don't nobody make it rapping out of our town
This shit
Area 51 51 Five-one-seven
Yeah we came up outta Area 51 51
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" 51
Five-one-seven came up out the area
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
Shit 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 shit 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 shit first
He would know my whole damn verse
He would cover for me when
I had to go rehearse, 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 13 songs, man, i blessed those
Peepin' numbers, couldn't guess those
Now my out-of-town shows out of state
Out-of-town choes 'round the way
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
Area 51 51 Five-one-seven
Yeah we came up outta Area 51 51
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" 51
Five-one-seven came up out the area
Take it back to like 2010 prepping
That first show with the Skeem
All our reps 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 dealin' with some shit then
Maybe someday I'll air 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 entitlement
I got no time for the lazy
Whatchu know about going door-to door
Tryna get your music out? Dead of winter
We were skippin' dinner we
Were skippin' class
Tryna spread this shit word of mouth
You just see the doors that we open
No idea how it went down
Don't nobody make it rapping out of our town
This shit
Area 51 51 Five-one-seven
Yeah we came up outta Area 51 51
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" 51
Five-one-seven came up out the area
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
Shit 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 shit 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 shit first
He would know my whole damn verse
He would cover for me when
I had to go rehearse, 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 13 songs, man, i blessed those
Peepin' numbers, couldn't guess those
Now my out-of-town shows out of state
Out-of-town choes 'round the way
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
Area 51 51 Five-one-seven
Yeah we came up outta Area 51 51
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" 51
Five-one-seven came up out the area