P.A.C. Legends

[Intro] [Verse 1] Y’all know me as DullBlah, or Hook with the crooked beak, Right hand like a hammer, left hand rollin’ that leaf. P.A.C. in the streets, thumb to pinky, fingers spread, Wild-a*s crackers, smokin’, scrappin’, red-eyed and fed. We were just a crew, but one brawl flipped the script, Cops stamped us “gang,” now the legacy’s etched in grit. Leo’s stuck in slow motion, kids he barely sees, D.A. traded fists for sand, held death on his knees. [Chorus] P.A.C. signs in the sky, but we’re ghosts now, Hook’s still scribblin’ rhymes, but life’s a faded vow. From firefights to desk lights, adultin’ ain’t sweet, We were kings of the concrete, now we’re just memories on repeat. [Verse 2] S went East, left a trail of b***d and bad choices, Screwdriver scars, a stolen voice, no rejoicin’. Ogre vanished—myth or man? Who’s to say? Rumors of dishrags and diapers, but the streets still pray. Chunk’s got a 9-to-5, state stamps on his back, Still puffin’ that haze, doubt he’ll ever k**k the sack. [Bridge] We thumbed the world, middle finger tucked like a blade, P.A.C. in the flesh, but the ink’s begun to fade. Fists turned to paychecks, right hooks to rent checks, Nostalgia’s a blunt we smoke, ’til there’s nothin’ left. [Chorus] P.A.C. signs in the sky, but we’re ghosts now, Hook’s still scribblin’ rhymes, but life’s a faded vow. From firefights to desk lights, adultin’ ain’t sweet, We were kings of the concrete, now we’re just memories on repeat. [Outro]