Текст песни Company Man - Packy

I′m a company man
I do it all for the brand
I give my blood to the job
And I give my love to the fans
Really Speck from the jump
Never no check in advance
And at the end of the month
I'm a company man
I do it all for the brand
I give my blood to the job
And I give my love to the fans
Really Speck from the jump
Never no check in advance
And at the end of the month
I earn the check in my hand

Look, look
Nothing given you gotta take it
I put my career first
I put years in the recipe now I gotta make it
Cookin, cookin′, lookin' out for all the set
Every time I made a call
I brought along the whole collect
My dogs sick
And I'm a local vet
Global rookie
Till I do something ignorant on the net
Lil Packy the pill popper
The acky sipper
Prolly rich and famous
Prolly sad and bitter
Rather be broke ass me
I lost friends and left females
And don′t regret a single time
They almost got me derailed
Life can be a coin flip
Devil in the details
God kept my head on straight tho
And I prevailed
Company man
I keep my company good
If everybody is fam
Who really the brotherhood y′all
Loyalty is for sale and it's cheap
Privately bashing the real
Publicly keeping the peace
Riding a million dicks
Tryna latch onto one and get rich
I cannot mess with a snitch
I′d rather burn the whole bridge I
Don't forget or forgive
This shit is more than just biz
I show respect where it′s due
But I don't fake for the clicks yeah
Middle finger to the other side
You either with it or you with them other guys
Oh you really with the peace now
See what happened when I leave town
Don′t nobody hold the scene down
Don't nobody put the youngins on
But they wanna go and tell me how
I know the L cold in the wintertime
And the summertime
Nobody wanna show you any love
Nobody think you can make it out alive
You better pay the promoters
Even tho they don't promote us
You better come out your pocket
If you want any hope of getting noticed
Better kiss somebody′s ass
If you wanna open up for a big name
Kids want money fast
If they don′t get it they gotta have someone to blame
I'm tryna show the ropes ′round here
Tryna give a little hope round here
People see it or they don't
I′m either the G.O.A.T. or the scapegoat 'round here
Fuck it I′ll take it
I made me a buck
And I copped me a vacant
Underground king in this thing
Studio still in the basement
Independent all the way
All my income go to outcome
People talk down on their deal
Who would you be without one
Every year a new rebrand
Everything coming real soon
Nothing ever your fault huh
Everything got a good excuse
Meanwhile I got real fans
I do real shit, I make real moves
Got a real problem
With the fake news
I ain't get paid
Till I paid dues
I don't get close to the day twos
They only love you till they breakthrough
They only love you till they hate you
I need that love all the way to the grave
People been tryna throw dirt on my name
They want a record from me every day
I only talk when there′s something to say
Lucky for you it′s a lot on my brain
Lot on my brain
Lot on my brain
Lot on my brain
Haha

I'm a company man
I do it all for the brand
I give my blood to the job
And I give my love to the fans
Really Speck from the jump
Never no check in advance
And at the end of the month
I earn the check in my hand