Pac Shit
JayScutter
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I'm on my Pac shit, shed so many tears in these city streets Dear Momma, do the people really rest in peace Picture me rollin', 'til the end of time I ain't mad at you, changes really take some time This my California love, this my Hail Mary Is getting money in the streets still necessary The hood on fire plenty slugs flashin' Livin' better days, that's my thug passion Back in elementary I can tell my teacher mind was on struggle Show me a educated bih living who don't hustle Get it out the book, apply it, get it from the muscle Get it out ya momma house or y'all gone tussle I like to live good so I do it right What's the point of waking up and not enjoying life Clockin' in and takin' breaks or move the nick at night But what's the point of getting out if you just going back Black, like street lights on a dead in The white sheet and yellow tape cover dead men The house call from the hood bout ya dead friend He can't write his life story with a dead pen Again, let's pretend it's another way Some people fighting just to win them another day If the money stop coming, wha't ya other play Do what the educated struggling brother say I'm on my Pac shit, shed so many tears in these city streets Dear Momma, do the people really rest in peace Picture me rollin', 'til the end of time I ain't mad at you, changes really take some time This my California love, this my Hail Mary Is getting money in the streets still necessary The hood on fire plenty slugs flashin' Livin' better days, that's my thug passion Now picture me rollin', nothing real flashy, sit it on some feet Some people go to sleep hungry cause they scared to eat Some people tote the bible, some people they tote the heat They all sinners so we don't pretend they don't compete Aye, say every hood gotta status quo A trap house, a jack spot, a bad hoe I mapped out the last stop, the bad go Fast money still busting out the bando Yup, a rat race tapping on the gas Meek inheritance, all first will come last Come correct or come wit it, but never come fast I draw a line in the sand you never come pass Bullet shots still ringing well Only creep niggas looked up to Stringer Bell Them indiscreet niggas booked up and you can tell The difference tween a nigga doing it and doing well I'm on my Pac shit, shed so many tears in these city streets Dear Momma, do the people really rest in peace Picture me rollin', 'til the end of time I ain't mad at you, changes really take some time This my California love, this my Hail Mary Is getting money in the streets still necessary The hood on fire plenty slugs flashin' Livin' better days, that's my thug passion
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Written by: Johnas Tillman III
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