Lyrics:
It's hard to find the words, I'm aloof, nervous, and Sue
Don't want this to hurt, but what you deserve is the truth
Don't take it personal, I just
made it
Man fuck the vindicated, and the faded, at least they influence
How do we become the God? Language we learned in fluent
Understand who you are,
the scenes
On how you just got smoked, and if you do live
You'll be too scared to tell it, like a Biggie and 'Pac joke
So if I hurt your self-esteem
the scenes
On how you just got smoked, and if you do live
You'll be too scared to tell it, like a Biggie and 'Pac joke
So if I hurt your self-esteem
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
gave her my time for two or three nights
Then I put it on pause until the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again
She
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
Ready Gov? Yeah
Don't let them niggas gaffle you aight
Hehe, run that shit
Yeah bitches, things to get worse
So meet 2Pac and Rich, each to go worse
how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I'm 2Pac 'cause I'm black and put them works in?
Does he know his daughter might have
Nothin' boosts me more, or suits me beautifully
There's nothin' you can do to me, stab me, shoot at me (ahh)
Psychotic, hypnotic product I got it
Nothin' boosts me more, or suits me beautifully
There's nothin' you can do to me, stab me, shoot at me (ahh)
Psychotic, hypnotic product I got it
okay faggot?
Don't be so sensitive
If you want to get fucked in the ass
That's between you and whoever else's dick it is
Pause, maybe that line was
on how he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
Just want you to know that you got
wanna come through
Quarter after two
Just to put it down on you
You make me wanna replay
All of those things
That you and me, we do
You make me
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
you, oh
I got some baggage, let's do some damage
I am not made for no horsey and carriage
You know I'm savage, but you're lookin' past it
I want
Searching for fortune and fame
Double up nigga double up
It’s my cell nigga, it's my cell
Ha ha hah yeah
Oh yeah you got that chicken, nigga?
Eh do, how that
still might
Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
Sometimes I wannna jump on stage
But you know what?
They don't want music (x2)
They just want (a boom, boom, boom boom boom (x2))
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
pump it like you want somebody))
(get-get-get-get-get-get on up and jam)
(How much money you got?)
Gangster grands
{gangster}
groovin'
wrecked on a crew if they diss
Cause 2Pac and Foxxx'll die for this
I don't GO for it, never have and never will
I call shots for my crew
If you step you
And my love will last at least that long
It's written in stone how I feel for you
It's written in stone what I want to do
Spend my life and the life
the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man
[ 2Pac ]
Now
it
On top of you not callin' me back
You see, I bet you think it's all on track
And you actin' like it's all o' that
I'm not feelin' it, I'm not
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