Packy Ulterior Motives Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Vicious on the mic, bitches on my dick
I don't have the time, ambitious as it gets
Competition switch, I stay uninvolved
They think I'm unaware, I'm suspicious of it all
Yeah, ain't no tellin' who with who
People wanna tell me 'bout myself, I wonder who are you?
Yeah, prolly not what you claim
Money come and it go, all I got is my name
Feel like I f*ck with nobody if you weren't there from the jump
How could you ever relate? How could you ever live up?
So I put everyone behind the eight ball and put up the great wall
So I don't get surprised when you go AWOL

[Chorus]
Ulterior motives, I can always tell
I be on my own shit, I been doin' well
Y'all be having angles, I don't trust a soul
Maybe I'm too cold, lately I be on the low, with ya ulterior motives
I am not the one, don't play around, don't think it's fun
It's nothing sweet, this not for everyone
You say, "It's not that deep," I say, "Yes it was!"

[Verse 2]
It's like now I blew the lid off
Talked to Moe, he told me I just gotta get my shit off
Hit the booth and proof is in the pudding
Y'all let people do the cooking
Then sit back and say look at the work you put in Y'all goofy as f*ck, y'all moody for what?
Y'all would switch for a buck
Me? I'm true to my gut
Prolly too stubborn, too scared to lose something
Judicious, too aware of who's bluffing
Yeah, y'all don't got the poker face
How you holding cards? Y'all can't even hold your weight
Tryna stack the deck, y'all can't be no Golden State
All you do is front, all I do is motivate
All of you are overpaid, all of me is underdog
Studio is open late, booty never made me call
Yeah, I don't need no jewelry
Y'all never foolin' me, this isn't new to me
Y'all degrees are colder, my degree made me an owner
But I don't need diploma to see y'all are nothing more than promoters
You'd rather be broke in Mercedes than be rich in Toyotas
I had to learn but now I see the ulterior motives
[Chorus]
Ulterior motives, I can always tell
I be on my own shit, I been doin' well
Y'all be having angles, I don't trust a soul
Maybe I'm too cold, lately I be on the low, with ya ulterior motives
I am not the one, don't play around, don't think it's fun
It's nothing sweet, this not for everyone
You say, "It's not that deep," I say, "Yes it was!"