Packy - Dead 'Em All lyrics

Never needed no one, tell me nothing
I'm self made, y'all self-destruct buttons
Y'all made me bored
I feel like Andre Drummond
I give y'all just a lil' taste
But it's always entrées comin'
Now I'm in a different lane
Y'all were kinda in the way
Now I stay away from it
Back on my business wit' it
I call the flow with the tempo
I put some money down on myself
Then I made it back tenfold
Watch me double down on your head
Sick of minivan and double beds
I need a splint of relief
Give me some room for my head
I made a brand 'fore I ever made a band
Never needed no advance
Y'all ain't need to know the mans
I'm the boy and I'm the man


Dominique with the jams
I'm a beast, I go hard for the fam
Y'all wouldn't understand
New song written every time I land
It's a lifestyle choice, y'all put it off
We the right now boys
I want a crib in LA okay
And I want a crib in my state Alright
And I want that shit on a lake Fo' sho'
And I want to get it today Okay
And none of my shit a mistake No doubt
And all of your shit imitate

Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Dead
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Bang
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all They dead
Got my back against the wall yeah
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Dead
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Bang
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all They dead
It's just me against 'em all yeah
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Dead
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Bang
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all They dead
Got my back against the wall yeah
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Dead
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all, yeah Bang
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all They dead
It's just me against 'em all

They just hoping that I fall
But they hate it when I drop
I ain't famous but I'm hot
If I ain't faded, what the?
Me, I'm back to havin' fun
They all thought that I'd be done Okay
Play with house money now Ooh
Rap could put me up for months Months
Y'all take it too serious
Or not serious enough
Me I'm right up in the pocket
Mike Vick with the options
I used to play it cautious
'Til I realized I cannot miss
How you talkin' like you real rap, man
All you ever do is pop shit
You a lie, your team phony
You fake persona, your people know it
How you look yourself in the mirror
My liquor dark, my conscience clear
New apartment like every year get's old
Downgrade it when I'm tryna hit the road
Up top where we gettin' hella cold
Record low Oh Nah, it's record sold, yeah
Got the home studio, yeah
With the Rode microphone, yeah
I don't answer to no one
Leave a message at the tone, yeah
Kyrie with the handle
Y'all gotta quit reachin'
I wasn't gonna do the summer thing
But, you givin' me a reason

Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Dead
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Bang
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all They dead
Got my back against the wall yeah
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Dead
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Bang
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all They dead
It's just me against 'em all yeah
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Dead
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Bang
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all They dead
Got my back against the wall yeah
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all Dead
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all, yeah Bang
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all They dead
It's just me against 'em all

Dead 'em all, dead 'em all, yeah
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all, yeah
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all, yeah
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all