Lyrics:
that people know Truth is the Truth)
That's why 2pac dead and still got the juice
(That's why he dead and still got the juice)
Two times for my side
Fallome bih
I got the gwop
I'm a yung legend
Pray I don't end up like pac
RIP PAC
I keep the glock
I got the glock
Come Fallome bih
Fallome
Yeah, long live your idols May they never be your rivals
Pac and Cole are the GOATS, they something like Michael
Now what you're 'bout to hear's
I just need me some better days
I just hope I see better days
Pac said it’d be better days
Better Dayyyys
I just need me some better days
I just hope
Thug shit if I die in these streets all my enemies will feel complete
My hearts beats like the bass in the beat
Like Pac All Eyes on me
Why Why
me up
But I'm not 2pac oh na aah (Yea)
Who's that?
Everybody wanna know who's that
Course I came looking fresh and clean
Now they wanna hit me up
But
ich trackach tu jak w baniach im przewraca fame
Siedzę w chacie słucham Bigga i 2pac'a nawet
Jeśli rap to będzie praca nie wyzbędę zasad się
Nie chcę
Slide on a nigga, with a mop
Niggas think they stars but they liven under rocks
I'm a young legend, 2pac
Loving this beat and you waiting for
out the sess pot
Toxic toxic. Yeah this shits toxic
Throwing bows at the mgm on my Pac shit
You are not sick bitch you musta lost it
Step the fuck
be all up in ya ass
I go ghost like Pac-a-man
Are you holding” I’m packing man
Twenty bucks in my hand
Them cops be all up in ya ass
I go ghost like
что-то взорвать в свете абажура,
С Biggie, 2Pac'ом, Big Pun'ом, Big L'ом и Guru.
Просто он ушел на очередную тусу,
Веря в черного Иисуса, он прошел по
nicht auf Trap, sondern auf Oldschool unterwegs
90s flavor, so wie Pac und Eazy
So wie Pac und wie Eazy E
Rappen wir oldschool auf den 90s Beat
Heute bro,
crystal clear
Looking like gin on the ice huh
You know I rap like I'm Pac Pac
You know I trap like I'm Pac huh
Boy I ain't stopping for no light na
That's
thermometers
Emcee Chitterlings
Is the Moniker
Hoes rub they clit
Wit my face on they monitor
Big Black Mexico
Smokin on conifer
Send lead to hataz
Send Pac's
baby bring the bacon
Let me holla at ya
Let me holla at ya
Throw some dollars at ya
Let me holla at ya
Throw some dollars at ya
I ain't Pac yeah I ain't
belong on this planet
I’m taking drugs to help with pain and my folks they can’t stand it
Imma outcast in society
Feel PAC I got folks eyeing me
He a hood
Yeah
Tree, tree
I roll me a blunt, Tree
I'm smokin' some gas, It's the pac
I roll up a blunt I'm on the pac
I smoke me some gas Sylvy on pac
the pac
These niggas jealous I stay with a strap
Fuck up my money and get that shit back
Flip it and double until that shit stack
Rush hour blitzing
Fuma pac
Se diverte, desce cheia de tesão
Vai piranha sua bandida
Mostra o seu lado que é bom
Fuma pac
Se diverte, desce cheia de tesão
Vai
Bike
Passa Um Tempinho, Primo Ta Chique
Logo Os Menor Tudo De Nike
G-Pac Chegou Na Parada
Prepara A Mesa Com Cerva Gelada
As Mina Gostosa Quero Uma De
PAC MAN
Taking my time for reflecting about my life, and thinking about everything i want.
If i wanna live about parties, hearing people saying that
all right bitch
словно я Монтана
снег витает странный
это так банально
сука мысли
неформальны
но лежат оригинально
мне звонит 2pac
мне звонит
de whisky com gelo
Usando lanca perfume
Perguntou o meu perfume
Bitch! E Ferrari black
Mas esse cheiro exalando e so o pac do meu Back
Chama
Blunt like the gun to my heart, boom
If they take a nigga out I be like Pac, boom
Im'a pop, these o'er niggas just pop, boom
Im'a give it to ya
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