Lyrics:
the amount
That is in Bill Gates's bank account
All my fans are waiting for my new release
Haters are mad coz I'm about to achieve
You can't change anything
the amount
That is in Bill Gates's bank account
All my fans are waiting for my new release
Haters are mad coz I'm about to achieve
You can't change anything
fuckin Benz, only nigga with a level
I feel like 2Pac with my fuckin plan, drop a nigga with a metal
She said its smelin like dope in here, dope money got
yearly
Yeah you rest in peace Carrie, Wally, Easy, Terry and Vu,
Baby Boy, Uncle Charles, Biggie and 2pac remember I'm with you
Got shit to do so you
But even then man the party won’t stop we goin’ keep the shit bumpin’ all night!
(Let's do it like this) Yo
RIP 2Pac and B.I.G (Biggie)
RIP Big Pun,
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
Latifah, the Queen of the flavor
And nothing weaker behind is watching, kick her
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
With Money
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
rich
You broke ima have the last laugh
R.I.P to juice x peep big 2pac
Don't wanna die eighteen
something
You ain't nothing to me
My passion is crazy
I studied the game 3k down to Jay-Z
Nas and 2pac
BIG and then Shady
Kenny and Cole
JID and Lil Wayne
See
like soldiers we stand up
Remember when 2Pac told us keep our head up?
And even when the times get rough we get up
Treat your life like a stage, you
city of Compton
Analogy is like Biggie and Bed Stuy
Oakland and 2Pac i'm more focused
I'm nothing like you new guys
Struggling over a few lines thinking
'Roll In Peace' like Kodak
Know that I'm tryna' see 'Changes' like 2Pac
If you see me in the flesh don't panic
Mad thing,are you gonna back your chatting?
Backstreet Boys, 2Pac
And Barry White
Need a new accountant: Ben Jones
New manager: my momma
Two bodyguards in case niggas start drama
Used to ride coach, now
wheels then turn 2pac up. I got my rocks up but now dem dope phenes taking pills won’t let that stop nun. When it’s beef homie we not running just hold my
ain't come over here to get
Strokin' and all that bullshit
You came over her to get fucked
I fuck you thug style, baby
You leave my house sayin'
2Pac game
the place all eyes on me like 2pac
Tell me what you thought
Baby I'm too hot
Roll up in a new drop
Driving by the haters who wanna play in my sandbox
And all
warfare) Shootouts, real block shit
West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin like, after a glock spit
Game get the blood money, fuck
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit
West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin' like, after a glock spit
Game get the blood
a fuck what he sold im the truth holms "that's right"
Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2pac "jeah"
Get my Billy Hondas on workin 2 pots "damn"
Baby need
I Bought a Maschine back in 2012
On the box it said plug it in and I'd beats that would do well
People would consider me the next 2Pac or Eminem
So I
hes my motherfucking witness
In every single line I spit I spit like I'm 2pac and shit
But yeah, I'm still rocking it, still walking it
They ask
I'm 2pac and shit
but yeah, I'm still rocking it, still walking it
They ask Deuce, "Why you talking it?"
[Chorus]
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