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For real man, you know, Westside all day
You feel me? You
Know I'm from the Westside man
I'm from the West Coast
I'm from the world baby yeah man

I am 2Pac, 'cause I'm as real as it gets
Keep it real something that I always did
Posted up in the hood with
Them silver playing cards stuck in

As long as I get money bitch I’m straight
Every day a celebration how
I’m stacking up this cake
Tryna grow a money tree, I got my hoes
I got my rakes

whatever whenever cause wit’ a

Love like that i’m never going back
I’m so good wit’ that imma fall back
I don’t know how to act
No lie it’s all facts wit’

When I'm with my clubber friends
I take reluctantly whatever drugs they
Put in my hand
And when I'm with my nerd friends
I laugh at references I

your mama know you just a low life
Straps on the Giussepe's nigga wig shot
Bitches still tell me I'm a sexy nigga
(what up baby?) i hear them sneak

My own foe, my enemy, my nemesis
That's me m night, I'm unveiling a twist
Pseudo-psychological rap
 thought I'm better than this
I guess I lied

They mad at the baby, say I’m hatin’
That’s a rumor
Bitches talkin’ so much shit their
Mouth gon’ grow a tumor
Said I’m not the one? Bitch
Are you

Niggas gotta make it, I'm serious
Niggas gonna make it, seriously you hear me
I come from that straight under shit
They really fucking with me, ya

Yeah nigga, this new money, you feel me
Hey, straight up mayne, haters nigga
This for you
Yeah I'm talking bout you bruh, this for you
You feel me

Do you care? Skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr

I got my clout up, tryna
Club, tryna cash out, what is up?
Tiger rug, now I'm hot
Flexin’ like I'm frontin'

watch the nigga go blind
I'm standin' right here nigga, what's up?
Ain't shit changed
You know the nine got a muzzle on
It and I'm in close range
Do

Bitch, I'm trappin’ on my Nokia
Baby, I don't even notice ya
Baby, can I smoke a blunt with ya?
Girl, you love that Fiji water, huh?
Bitch, I'm

Slidin' out 32, pistol regurgin' you
Taking lives faster than bops
That keep hurting you i am not urging you
Serve what I'm servin' to
Keep my mind

My mom just gave me fifty dollars
And I'm gonna write a song about it
Flex gang!

All the money, got my wallet lookin' obese
Swear I thought I saw my

money like it is no option
Put in that work every day, i'ma clock in
Fuck with the bro, we gon'
Spread out his noggin
All of my niggas eat Lunchables
I'm

off these chains
'Cause I'm still the same, liar!
Ooh baby i see too many
Carbon copies of your soul go go around
Ooh! to go around

Once you realize

Is there something that you have
To tell me now?
'Cause if you don't tell me now
Don't hit me up when I'm out
'Cause if there's something to say
I'd

the facts
Any money that i got
My nigga it's coming from rap
I'm done with the trap and these
Niggas with sticky fingers get shot
Where their thoung is

What the bloodclot? What the blood
Get M-E T-H-O-D, Drought 3, Dwayne Carter
With a splash of Busta's craft and
A hint of Big Poppa
Little dash

and David made an alliance
I've tried to find the kind of pilot
That I can bind with, fight and die with
I'm your titan
Fell from the sky like a strike

Ooh
Like I'm vegan I stick to the green
Making movies when we on the scene
I been hurt from betrayal I seen
I can feel the pain up in my spleen

I'm friends with the reaper yeah
My life's getting creeper yeah
Lost in abyss
But the darkness feels like home and i can't let It go
While i'm

Woke up 4 o'clock in the morning tossing and turning
Asking God to help me
An atmosphere of thoughts
I'm trying to find the one that's healthy
I must