Released on September 20, 2017

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[Intro: Justin Stone]

Might just, might just, might just go out

Might just, might just, might just go out

Might just, might just, might just go out

Yeah, yeah


[Verse 1: Justin Stone]

Might just go out to Cali' and be on MTV

All peel work, you SoundCloud rappers ain't my breed

I say seize, homies shootin', I say cheese

I know, I know, I am over, boy see me, jump overseas

Ego feeling like Texas, told these women, "Don't test us"

I got diamonds here waiting, Hailey came in a Lexus

No hands on the wheel, no idea I was ahead of me

One day, get that matte black and my top down like Kennedy

And we


[Chorus: Justin Stone]

Might just, might just, might just blow up for the heck of it

Yeah, your favorite rapper thinks he's relevant

Everybody talkin' like they got it like they hella rich

But we see the facade, yeah we see the facade

Might just, might just, might just blow up for the heck of it

Your favorite rapper thinks he's relevant

Everybody talkin' like they got it like they hella rich

But we see the facade, yeah we see the facade

Yeah, yeah, we see the facade, yeah, we see the facade


[Verse 2: Packy]

Okay, okay, okay

I been clearing out the hard drive

Too many bangers in the archive

Even when I had the 9 to 5

Never gave music the part-time

Bars like I'm doing hard time

All my shit fan-fucking-tastic

The best of it gettin' cut and mastered

Make way for a fucking classic

You don't know what I got under wraps

With the singles, I could make 'em double back

Carry this shit like a running back

And the huddle's at where my bruddas at

Keep a couple stacks in a duffle bag

When we on the road, you never know

Women out, they love to blow, fuck it let it snow

Still, I got the coldest lines in the room


[Verse 3: Packy]

Okay, okay, okay

Rap used to be about the music

Now it's who got the best costume

Act a fool and you might get signed

Dotted line but no bottom line

Ballin' out on a fuckin' loan

Talk your shit but you all be lyin'

Big digits like army time, we gunnin' for it

All the fame shit is unimportant

On the bill, I'm the one supportin'

But on the field, I'm the one that's scorin'

On the real, I go dumb recordin'

If it slap good, I got somethin' for you

You could sleep on it like global warming

But don't ignore it


[Chorus: Justin Stone]

Might just, might just, might just blow up for the heck of it

Yeah, your favorite rapper thinks he's relevant

Everybody talkin' like they got it like they hella rich

But we see the facade, yeah we see the facade

Might just, might just, might just blow up for the heck of it

Your favorite rapper thinks he's relevant

Everybody talkin' like they got it like they hella rich

But we see the facade, yeah we see the facade

Yeah, yeah, we see the facade, yeah, we see the facade

Yeah