In “Chatter,” Packy raps about how standards in the rap game cannot be applied to him. Whether it be saving his money instead of spending it all on exciting things or leaving his college major behind to pursue rapping, Packy feels like he doesn’t fit in with stereotypical rappers, which is not somet...
[Verse 1]
Yeah, uh
No tellin' where I might be at
Too young to be in the same place all year
Tryna get my banko proper
I'ma get it right if it takes all year
Put the money up if the money down
Used to be a little too safe with it
Way they look at me, it's funny now
You a little too late with it
My team, been around the way with it
I've seen East Coast to the Bay with it
Three shows in the last two days with it
They drop new shit, don't get two plays with it
And they worry 'bout me, huh?
That's the word, huh?
Let them boys be, yeah
Never met a hater with a good life
We tryna show 'em what it look like
[Chorus]
Got my name all in they mouth so often, I must be the man
Way they talk about me, I be stupid not to think I am
Walkin' 'round the city, bruddas on the come up with me
Good or bad, the people talkin'
Always startin' somethin' with me
They chatterin', they chatterin', they chatterin'
Why thank you, you're all so flatterin'
They chatterin', they chatterin', they chatterin'
Why thank you, why thank you
[Verse 2]
Underdogs love me, I'm they favorite
Underfunded and underrated
Fuck the industry, I'm so jaded
Can't be sure but I think I made it
Get that paper then save it
Ballin' out at the club is dated
Give me ten bucks and I'll get faded
Give me ten months and I get famous
Artists all on my payroll baby
Even my accountant creative
Gotta watch my back, life's dangerous
Never thought I'd rap, life changes
Who'd have thought a kid like me with a biz degree and 3-0 on my ACT would be a rap phenom
This the theme song
Friends lookin' like, "What the fuck he on?"
Well, my j-o-b, my shit spread like mayo
It's tough, like day-old meat
Now they pay me what they owe me
Ooh, they mad huh?
Push buttons like Aoki, and they
[Chorus]
Got my name all in they mouth so often, I must be the man
Way they talk about me, I be stupid not to think I am
Walkin' 'round the city, bruddas on the come up with me
Good or bad, the people talkin'
Always startin' somethin' with me
They chatterin', they chatterin', they chatterin'
Why thank you, you're all so flatterin'
They chatterin', they chatterin', they chatterin'
Why thank you, why thank you
Chatter was written by Packy.
Chatter was produced by Dope Boi Beatz.