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PAY2PAY / PACK2SELL
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PAY2PAY / PACK2SELL was released on April 4, 2025 by 4DaTribe as a part of the album SARNIA
AlbumSARNIA
April 4, 2025
Label4DaTribe
LanguageEnglish
BPM150
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Broke again by the start of the month
Stuck in a cycle continued from a lack of the funds
My ma stressing
In her notebook numbers pressing
In the page, making tables, early math lessons
Son we might lose the house
Son we might lose the car
Son we might lose the power
I don't even know no more
She breaking news to me
A straight faced anchorman
Tryna keep it real with me
Making sure I knew her plans
And in that moment I'd do anything to make bands
Made it known, too young
Couldn't do a fucking thing
Looked for work but the paper route wasn't hiring
Tryna wrap my brain around the fact and It was tiring
Took the air up out the room and all I heard was silence
Environment surrounding me was struggle caked in violence
Damn
Pay a bill
Cost a soul
Going for it
You wont survive on your own
You can't even get a loan
You might get drove out your home
Clock in at work when you're done
I know you're tired as fuck
Payments are due on the fourth
Your rad just blew in your whip
Swear you can't
Heading back home after working pay to pay
Man of the house now tryna stake a claim
Had to step up help us make it through the day
Working after school keeping food up on the plate
Heading back home after working pay to pay
Man of the house now tryna stake a claim
Had to step up help us make it through the day
Working after school keeping food up on the plate
Can't even lie I had to keep some weight on me
All out of line I had to keep the pen on me
Ain't got the time, I gotta earn my wage homie
Skipping my classes, sleeping through masses
How the time goes
Wanna talk about my lows at the wrong time
Wrong side of the sidewalk to the wrong mind
Heat swells and it breaks skulls for a goldmine
That's why I played it safe to protect my life
The weight of my life
Stuck in the ends, ain't see the other side
I can't depend on a part of your time
I couldn't rot on Mitton, Sarnia, southside
Hope that I find a little more to my life
Hope I get paid, I gotta get the team right
Praying for love, I know I gotta dream right
Praying for peace, I know I got a scheme right
Doing what
Father won't
Stepping up
Need control
Paid a bill
Cost a soul
Going out
I can't go
Yea, yea, whoo, yea, yea
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, yuh
Uh, okay, yea, yea, yea
Ay lil bro come speak your shit real quick
Okay, none of this went how I planned it
None of this went how I planned it
Ay lil bro, I'm tryna
Uh
None of this went how I planned it
I felt abandoned
I'm tryna stack up this dough
Playing this shit heavy handed
I made a band, I spend it quick as it comes
Bit like advances
I hit the plug for a spot
Re-up when shit getting low
The principle building
The tension is building
I pray for a milly to get out this hole
They say I got hella anger it grows
Out the concrete stomping a rose
In public got tunes out the Bose
Better have all your ducks in a row
Everybody gon say I was slow
Everybody claim they know how it goes
Everybody say I'm dangerous so then
Fuck em all, they not involved
They playing boss, I cut em off
I puff exhaust
These blunt wraps like pall malls
Drop off a lil eight ball like I'm John Wall
And they ping pong
Texts hitting up my Samsung
Ay bro, can you send some?
Held me for a ransom
That gun pointing at the wrong one
Now how the hell you just gon run
Thought you been wanting all my funds
Got this heavy weight, weigh a ton
Yea, yea, okay
Move out the way cuz
I gotta pack to sell, I gotta, I gotta pack to sell
Okay
I gotta pack to sell, I gotta, I gotta pack to sell
Alright
I gotta pack to sell, I gotta, I gotta pack to sell
Okay
I gotta pack to sell, I gotta, I gotta pack to sell
Alright
I gotta pack to sell, my brother this is not ending well
These people soft like Cottonelle
Soon as I went to go cop a deal
The devil gon say that I bought a meal
If I'm on my way to a quarter mill
I'm moving flower, flour, pills
My momma ain't gonna stress the bills cuz
I gotta pack to sell, I gotta, I gotta pack to sell
Okay
I gotta pack to sell, I gotta, I gotta pack to sell
Alright
I gotta pack to sell, I gotta, I gotta pack to sell
Okay
I gotta pack to sell, I gotta, I gotta pack to sell
Alright
I gotta
Pack, pack, pack, pack
Pack, pack, pack, pack
Okay, okay
Alright man
You do not need to be doing all that
I know shit is hard right now
Money's tight
We're gonna be alright
You just gotta trust tha process
Written by: Donat Lemay
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