2pac was my Daddy

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Tupac was my daddy
That was my pops nigga
Tupac was my daddy
Surviving shots Nigga
Tupac was my daddy
I hit the block nigga
So (Gunshot) the cops nigga

Close my eyes I'm seeing demons
Rolling weed this evening
Oops another casket
That bastard no longer breathing
Tell me what's the reason
Another mother grieving
Looking at my kids
Hoping God ain't curse my semen
Getting high watching time fly by
Tears burning up my eyes everytime I cry
And I cry on the regular
Made it out my teens
With some painful memories
Will they all remember me
I was up before the sunrise
First to roll it up
After rolling up the blunt
Then we rolling up on punks
Having dreams of getting shot
Hail Mary come with me
But I ain't never ran
Tell them cowards come and get me
I'm on the west side riding
Trey
Mane hit them hydraulics
And make 'em bounce
Up and down
Like when I'm feeling psychotic
Can't let them devils catch me slipping
On the road to iconic
I'm shedding tattoo tears
And that made me a prophet
Thug life tatted on my brain
Either commit suicide
Or stay alive insane
That's my pain
Pull the trigger gone and blast me
Wish my momma never had me
I ain't have no father figures in my family
So, Tupac was my daddy nigga

That was my pops nigga
Tupac was my daddy nigga
Surviving shots nigga
Tupac was my daddy nigga
I hit the block nigga
Tupac was my daddy nigga
So (Gunshot) the cops nigga
Close my eyes I'm seeing demons
Rolling weed this evening
Oops another casket that bastard no longer breathing
Tell me what's the reason
Another mother grieving
Looking at my kids
Hoping God ain't curse my semen
Getting high watching time fly by
And I'm steady asking God
Why the real ones had to die
Tell me Father can you feel me
Can't tell nobody else
My homie couldn't take it
Blew his brains on himself
Pour out a little liquor
For my homie who ain't make it
You're finally at peace
And you don't have to fake it
Dear momma don't cry
You know that I'm a soldier
Just keep your head up
You can lay it on my shoulders
Dear Mr. President can you see our faces
Tired of ducking shots ducking cops and ducking racists
Tryna have some kids so I can see another side of me
They all born with middle fingers to society
Thug life tatted on my brain
Either commit suicide or stay alive insane
That's my pain
Pull the trigger gone and blast me
Wish my momma never had me
I ain't have no father figures in my family
So, Tupac was my daddy nigga

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