Lyrics:
recognize who shot ya
Watch how you speak on my name before they 2pac ya
I love my vultures that's on me I gon' shoot 'bout them
I'll go, uh, I'll catch
2Pac lives, when I talk shit solo start tonight inside audience
Throwin' shots but they always miss
Real nigga like a Saudi prince, my nigga AK took it
up, listen,
Growing up with you where there's more hate then love,
I was lookin' up to men that made money off of drugs,
Being surrounded by
Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale
by this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail
You can hate me, but await me like
North Korea
I know god isn't real 'cause no
God would keep you alive
And kill 2Pac and Aaliyah
I would rather get mauled by a bear
Or have somebody spill
Drunk of the goose thinkin that I'm 2Pac
Getting caught with a few thoughts
'Cause I'm too lost
I'm about to go off
The speakers can't even handle me
Man?") I just sit back and watch
Said they tryna summon Kurt Cobain and 2Pac
I ain't witht hat Satan shit
This is where it stops
Grab they keys, "Naseem
hungry, so I'mma take what you got
Throw up a dub, spit at the camera like 2Pac
My rap style is Sheek like two L.O.X
Word on a few blocks; my technique's
gettin' watered down
But the blues not gotta play it cool
They put whatever on that food now
Out in Vegas at the fight like I'm 2Pac
Niggas gettin' small
who got the gangsta shit poppin
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac
And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game
I keep two little twin
we were so large
You can only expect people to play into it a lil' bit
"This is my opportunity, this is my door"
It was beyond that with 2Pac
His
new Glocks i'm in the streets and
I'm thugging like 2Pac (Brra)
Fuck with the gang
Then you gon' get a headshot (Brra)
I don't tote revolvers
I need way
industry you can't have anarchy
Cause everyone wants their name on the Biz Markie
Yo, some are long gone, where the gunshots cease
Eazy-E, 2Pac & Biggie
me in a daze
I can hear 2Pac tellin' me to be strong (you better be strong)
But my nigga got stoned and left us out here alone (you better be strong)
to come use it
I got a lotta power and I love to abuse it
You lyin' through your teeth like your words a toothpick
2Pac rollin' in his grave
Me and you
in Ralph, forever I'm fly
(Fish scale)
Hustling, that's in my genes, denim in supply
Mula! Thug life, bitch, had a 2Pac moment
Fresh hold nigga nigga
of the goose thinkin that I'm 2Pac
Getting caught with a few thoughts
'Cause I'm too lost
I'm about to go off
The speakers can't even handle me
Give it what I
2Pac and Lil Xan
First in orbit, I'm John Glenn
Heavy content, every song ten
Call me Sean Penn
Respond with an emoji to your extra long text
Pockets
2Pac up in Quad
You got touched but no one was charged
Hustlers was shuffling the cards
Bust the gun down and flush the parts
Whatever don't fit just
Kick back nigga, relax and pack dabs
I'm a young lord hitter, that's word to A$AP
Like a 2Pac spitter, them cannot romp with us
Only go strapped in
on a nigga
Let me in the door if you wanna go to war
I'll bust way more than a rhyme on a nigga
Bicycle trip we'll ride on a nigga 2Pac shit all eyez
to burst
Gotta red bih
Bullets red tips
Gotta red whip i feel like Suge
No 2pac ride with 2 glocks
Fuck a stop sign
Im running threw them
Sound junkie
on a tombstone
It ain't no other option
If you down to ride then you shooting at the opps here
If you down to ride then you thugging on 2pac shit
Ain't no second
chains on me
Super slavery
Bandana tied 2Pac thug life
Who down to ride hop inside sccrr scrr scrrr
Bitch it's hammer time
Homicide
How I kill it
Matter
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