Personal Pack Video (MV)

Smoking on that Personal Pack with this one
4 joints for me to burn through
Staying high, awareness high
Next level on the rise
I'm rolling up with Haze Felix
Tapping in
Floating, smoking on some OG
With my Rollie, clutching
Incognegro on the people, lemme show em something
Different side from which I tell and not withholding nothing
Dealing out my truths, the music shuffled
Listen
Started with my pen and didn't know which way was write
Started scribbling so willingly to get it tight
Started listening and taking notes for good advice
Loss some friends within but rather that than lose a life
Cause niggas moving trife, killing off good hearted young
Father's Day is past, it ain't too many raising sons
Shout to all the ones that learned enough to beat the stat
It's time we learn up from those lessons instead of falling back
Hope this resonate and hit instead of miss you, Black
Them RIPs, ghetto symphonies the issue, Black
Chopping trees, concentrate and breathe to feel the pack
Let the vapors break the clouds for all my dogs to match
Ship another kite, another batch
They love the hype shit, I love to rap
Gunning laps with every running track, I piece together
Jumped the hurdles, watch me beat the pressure
2nd guessing only 1 of me?
You losing desperate, flunking out
I'm moving lectures you can never see
Hard to Come to Grips with energy, I'm living free
Scaling heights that you can never reach
Pearling flights that you can never breathe
Don't bother wanting
Floating, smoking on some OG
With my homie, bumping
So incognegro on the people, I ain't trusting nothing
Consider this a humble glimpse; it's little bout me public
Dealing out my truths, the music shuffled
Listen
Floating, smoking on some OG
With my homie, bumping
So incognegro on the people, I ain't trusting nothing
Consider this a humble glimpse; it's little bout me public
Dealing out my truths, the music shuffled
Listen
I'm puffing luxury so comfortably, they'd love to piece
They love to baggage claim, they love to carry-on, they love patrolling streets
Instead of live their truth like you and me
I peep defunction off the crooked feet and odd approach
Hammer tucked, I ride with God alone
I'm sending up another rhyme for thought
Another grave for me cite upon
Another way to see a bright tomorrow
From getting by before was living hard
I Thank you, Father