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falling (We good, we good, falling)
We divided (Why you say that? nah this just how I look, divided, I'm good, I'm good)
Falling
As the late 2Pac would put

I'm Not Racist

Joyner Lucas

I'm Not Racist

2017

physically
That don't mean I'm not affected by the history
My grandmama was a slave, that shit gets to me
And you ain't got no motherfucking sympathy, you

it
I'mma everyday struggle 'til I get to the top
I study Em, BIG, Tech N9ne, 2Pac
Come to my crib unannounced I got a big t-tato pie
Hopped up 9.

exhausted from the DUB
This is for the streets but could get played in the club
They all wanna rub skin plastic or that green mula
Like 2Pac Me and My

Psycho like yp lyrically insane like that
Yeah mehn This is the redefinition
Spit a bar move my snapback back
They yelling 2pac is back on track but it

persevere
I don't have no peers I don't I don't have no peers
I don't have no fears I don't I don't have no fears  

Tie bandannas like 2Pac
10 grand up in my

Everybody wam rap, nobody wam sing
Dey formed 2pac with fake neck chains
Dis is not diss track, just motivating
Yah bin dropping weak bars, dat gat me

a choir
Can't be out here as a target
I be tryna tell the homies bein'
Keep it real ain't even fascinated
To 2Pac and get assassinated
Give us credit for

block em
They be slaving like sam done damn shot em
Got a stick yea my guy got alotta
2Pac damn near raised me
Thats why I'm crazy
Made a move like damn

went to jail for a fucking parking ticket
Now I feel like Pac that's right
I done learned from the greats
Studied videos of 2Pac way before I was eight

rich
You broke ima have the last laugh
R.I.P to juice x peep big 2pac
Don't wanna die eighteen

and I owe it to you
You was the first conscious rapper since 2pac died
At least the one with who I ride
Ye off the edge, and ain't no coming back from

owe it to you
You was the first conscious rapper since 2pac died
At least the one with who I ride
Ye off the edge, and ain't no coming back from that

'em throw two

Can't fuck a opp thot
Doors on the gun and it's where all the shots lock

D's on alert LV where 2Pac got shot
Made a story you ain't have

on 'em like it's acrobatics (Yeah)
I'm taking more shots than when 2Pac dissed
Ballin' with the jazz, but this ain't Utah, bitch

If y'all know what

And not giv it bacc
C in these days 
Im a cold one
Break nigga necc 
N not giv a fucc
Giv a blank stare 
To his mama
Like 2pac like bishop
C dis life game

'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?

And double standards
Industry manufactures 
Blow-up dolls and mumble rappers
Who were these actors
Before claiming to be gangsters
Media made 2Pac a thug

And double standards
Industry manufactures 
Blow-up dolls and mumble rappers
Who were these actors
Before claiming to be gangsters
Media made 2Pac a thug

wired to my backpack
iPad full of 2pac and 3 stacks
A single fuck to give
Em said I didn't need that (Didn't need that)
I started to believe that (To

Balls 'n Brains [Previously Unreleased Track]

Spice 1

Hits

1998

a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin

shallow graves

Like shoop-shooby do-bop
Honorable Elijah, Reverend Doc
Then Stokeley, 2Pac
Type of dude to turn your girl's
Vagina to a tube sock
Stock,

, no matter who hate on you, go ahead and Tell em muthafuck y'all

I guess that's the thug in me, 2pac Bruh I know he looking over me, everyone loving

the venue its cool to give me daps fam
In the eyes of God, we're brothers and sisters
In the words of 2pac we turned into niggas and bitches
While our souls