PAC Origins

[Intro] [Verse 1] Teenage nostalgia b*****g bright, D&D dice in the neon light, Nintendo blips and PlayStation nights, sticky-icky laughs ’til the stars took flight. Skate wheels sparked on the parking lot cracks, flirting with girls who’d never look back, Whispered bets on who’d cross the line first—piss ant crew ran wild, fueled by thirst. [Chorus] They called us the Piss Ant Crew, we took that shit and made it true! PAC had a middle finger to the sky, hollering “F**k you!” as the world passed by. Screamin’ through suburbs, rebels in ripped jeans, oh God, I wish I was sixteen! [Verse 2] Roller blades racing down d**d-end streets, smoke rings rising like our defeatless beats. Parents clueless, we ruled the scene, virginity vows and cheap cologne dreams. Crushes and chaos, a mess of firsts, blaring punk tracks to d***n the hurt. Life was a cheat code we couldn’t lose, PAC ink stains and stolen booze. [Chorus] They called us the Piss Ant Crew, we took that shit and made it true! PAC had a middle finger to the sky, hollering “F**k you!” as the world passed by. Screamin’ through suburbs, rebels in ripped jeans, oh God, I wish I was sixteen! [Bridge] Now the years blur like a VHS tape, but PAC’s ghost never escapes. We were kings of the concrete sprawl, laughing louder as the curtain falls. A toast to the nights we’d steal and rewrite, middle fingers up in the rearview light. [Chorus] They called us the Piss Ant Crew, we took that shit and made it true! PAC had a middle finger to the sky, hollering “F**k you!” as the world passed by. Screamin’ through suburbs, rebels in ripped jeans, oh God, I wish I was sixteen! [Outro]