The opening song from Packy’s EP Area 51.
517 refers to the area code of Packy’s hometown – Lansing, MI. This song is about showing love to his hometown and the people he grew up and started his career with. Packy also outlines the early stages of his rap career.
[Intro]
Yeah
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[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, 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
[Chorus]
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