Lyrics:
city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reaching, soon as I
called that guy 2Pac
Yeah homie got scared and he farted haaa
cll of my go retarded Bro‘s playing smash Bros i'm playing Narcos let's just say he got go
(Yeah)
Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)
Bad bitch fuck me in my Gucci tube socks (Yeah)
'Member when I spent my re-up on a oowop, whoa
Your
a smoothie
You the preachers daughter lil Bby you can't fool me
Yeah I got the juice like 2pac This a free throw give em 2shots
Different KiccBacc this
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
a bitch
Call me Niggarace each finger, it glists
You try to 2Pac me, I hit you with this
We in the van bumping old 2Pac shit
He speaks of his dad, how he got moved by this
Two black kids tryna maneuver through life's pits
Was it bad luck
her groove back
The kind of flow that put the rhythm in 2Pac
8 years later
They're saying Ghetto Gospel was
Ahead of it's time i'm like, duh
Tell 'em I
nigga
But I don't fuck wit you nigga
Got shot in the back
Den turned around and got shot in the eye
Labels 2Pac lay down and die
There's a message in my
2pac and biggie what's up
[Chorus:]
I'm 2 sooth
You can't do it like this
You ain't foolish like this
Jewels like this
Cool like this
I ain't full yet I
pacman
Blue rag on me like im 2pac
New louie belt with the fresh socks
Gold chain on like death row
And if a nigga tryna take it get stomped out
Steppin
until we fall
Stacking checks scamming niggas grandma's need them catalogs
Tell them pussies then can get hit up like I'm 2Pac
Ian worried bitch cause I
Hit 'em with my 2Pac See my patna, got the midi, got two spots
Baby, take 'em jeans off, leave 'em heels on
Yeah, I'm fuckin' you tonight, that my
and put out that wack flow track?”
He’s looking for a rap that’ll make him stack dough fast
And come out with a whole album like “I’m in 2Pac mode class!”
not better
Cuz she know what im about
What's my sign
dollars bitch
I get around
on my 2Pac shit
she a pisces spicy bish
open up a zip
lemme talk my shit
Don't get to close cuz it get pzyked around here
Yeah fuck it im vicious
Yeah outta the picture
Yeah picture me rollin
Like 2pac
My nigga I rpll it
the cops
I feel like 2Pac
It's me against the world and
I can't be stopped just me in the drop, came
From holes in my sock, and now I got guap
Yo' bitch
will die before
They ever recoup that shit
Still we coup this whip
You really want that notorious film? You
Best record like 2Pac did
(Daily Duppy 32
I'm about it
Grindin' like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa, yeah you outer but I'm hotter (right)
Car jacking, pistol packing, mothafuckin' choppers clapping
And please get on a diet
Shoebox came with the doowop
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come
on the glass
Baby got that super bass
And when it come to the cash
But i let off everything i have
But they don't who shot 2pac (shhh)
Don't take that serious i
inside your mailbox
Infared dots
Blahw
Caught your dreadlocks
Waitin for tha cops
And tell him that ur ass had beef wit biggie and 2pac
Hot lead to flesh
it out that mud shit
Niggas gay they drop the soap they on they sus shit
I'm like 2Pac with the Juice, I'm on my thug shit
Sippin' codeine in my
possible tears
I'm feeling like 2Pac
Because I was not born to be happy here
So shout out to
50s and 60s
And 70s
80s
90s babies always consulting me
Keepin'
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