Lyrics:
don’t want no conversation, Don’t want no friends
I just take all these percs until the pain ends
Better Dayyyys
I just need me some better days
2Pac said
of
The snow I’m finding out like two prongs
Listening to 2pac too long
But you don’t have that last at
You don’t have to rhyme like
That to be acting
Even
Ridin' round thru the city
Puffin on something sticky
Debating 2Pac or Biggie
Questioning who is with me
El kreepy got me real iffy
Then reality hit
hate to see boss playa like 2pac did sing
But my socks is clean, in tippity top shape
Now stop wait a minute I’m bout to break the brigade
You’re always
a faker!(x4)
He was all juiced up, thought he was 2Pac
'Til 'dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots
Now, he in the station singin' like he T-Pain
it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was
so you put me on Big and 2Pac
'Fore we came a long way, L.A. With B and Jay
Or flyin' to Coachella playing Spades on PJ's
Gimme three days, my
the whole A
I'm in love with too much money
To find me a soul mate
I feel like I'm 2Pac cause my
Set be on the way
I throw up them W's no W that's where we
Hit me, hit em up, stick me, stick em up
If we cant live it up, somebody gotta give it up
[Chorus]
Black Trash
that shit, I'll knock you out
A nigga be pickin' you up off of the ground for thinkin' you 2Pac
And shawty give me neck till I pass out
And she just
your back trunk
And let loose with the juice when I do rock
I'm too hot, some say I got more juice than 2pac
(Straight outta Jersey) You heard me, my
your back trunk
And let loose with the juice when I do rock
I'm too hot, some say I got more juice than 2pac
(Straight outta Jersey) You heard me, my
endowed
I let it get around and then I get around
A 2Pac of condoms, lay the Biggie down
And then it's back to chasin' green faces
Don't talk to me
flooded
Way below it zero degrees
For' I get killed by somebody I know
Loosing myself
Swear I never felt so lonely
Just like 2pac from the concrete I rose
Bitch I live like 2pac on above the rim
It's a planet full of them
But it's only 1 of him
All my girlfriends say
Can you cum again
There can only be one
Man'll pull out the ting and Bucky O'Hare
Man are old school, 2Pac had hair
Man are old school, 2Pac was here
Man are old school just like Ghostbusters
Tell me what they mad fo'
Can you hear me now? Ayy
Ayy, ridin' around in my Jeep
Bumpin' that 2Pac (ayy, ayy)
I'm walkin' around in my hood
Cocked back
red box
100 ina shoe box
just for a nigga head think he 2pac
Pass me the oowop
If I ain't shooting ima let shorty duwop
Ima winner you a loser
She
it in that red box
100 ina shoe box
just for a nigga head think he 2pac
Pass me the oowop
If I ain't shooting ima let shorty duwop
Ima winner you
Smoke some'n
They tryna find 2Pac
Don't let 'em find 2Pac
He evade the press
He escape the stress
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
granny house with vanilla wafers
This the remedy, the seperation
2Pac of my generation
Blue pill in the fuckin' Matrix
Red rose in the gray pavement
niggas gettin' rolled up
You think not gettin' dropped
We can handle this
'Cause 2Pac brain locked on a cannabis
Days are dangerous, shoot 'em
But you
they see me as 2Pac the don
And this bitch with 2 Glocks, I'm wrong
The homie still gon' roll and standin' with your biggest G
You still gon' fold, I
Had to go in deeper to make sure the people hear me now
Pass me the bottle and the Minute Maid
On my 2Pac how I want the juice
Tell the truth yes
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