Lyrics:
'Cause she can't take the pain
It's hard to continue this love it ain't the same
Can't forget the things that I've done inside her brain
Too many lies
all you want is wealth, they perceive it as greed
So as you loaded up that MAC and continue to bust
I was on paper, thinkin' they don't give a fuck
them, if you want that Red October- but
Legally, we gotta both sign that contract
Mark Parker i'mma put Mark Parker
All on that Summer
Jam screen and by
just wanna be the illest MC (That's all I want)
The same time being as real as can be
Mayhem, sickness, murder, horror
These are the kind of words
on liquor
I had women on women
Yeah that's bunk bed bitches
I've done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin'
Cause they live for some
will get dealt with
Royal flush when I drop shit
And say these things
Man I lean on them cause half
These niggas Maybelline: all made up
I'm about to go
We done made it through
All them motherfucking
Shootouts and dodged all them cases
Started with nothing now we
Got all this money we blessed
God
I've been there" sentiments
I sense a sentimental song coming along, run along
Before I ask you to dance and all you get is trampled on upon faces
They say I gotta get up out these streets ASAP, before it's too late
I done been around murderers and burglars and all that shit
But they ain't
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
my shorty on Biggie like Pootie Tang, do ya thang
Cap in all the raps, that shit won't stop
Rest in peace, Breonna Taylor, her killers, they shoulda
and a locc
And keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke
I'm mashin' with the click 2-1-3 that is
They my homeboys ever since kids real friends
don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
First
done want your man served up
That'll get the fans worked up
Homie really wanna play, stir it up
I'mma catch me a wave, surfs up
Gliding on the track like
trade me my position
Everyone is talkin', everyone's reactin'
Take it all for granted, think these things just happen
Every stop, hoppin' off
green, I don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
you fancy huh?
well aren’t you a breath of fresh air
from all these superficial gold digging bitches in here
they get a baller think that they ain’t
down my halls and constantly be reminded
By pictures, all on my walls and I couldn't sleep at night 'cause
That image burned in my brain of you on that
acquired a team
Motivated by bad bitches and rockin' Supreme
Now the whole world wonders what's his next move
That all depends on what I feel that I need
Fuck is y'all sayin' I've been heard them lies
Lookin' for the truth, you can look me in my eyes
See I'm hunnit proof
I watch you marks make
dope in just in case they raid
That way they can't prosecute your residence
Cause you done been already got rid of all the evidence
Tryin' to get
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
resent me
'Cause all they tricks is in a rush to sex me
But I've been heavy in this
Game since seventy one
The world ain't ready for my
Mom duke celebrity
they said it would
My debut album did better than Reddit said it would
Made it out the trap, but I got my gat, yeah, that's a fact
I'm runnin' it
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