Lyrics:
a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC shit
I goes high-ho silver like the fuckin' Moan Ranger
Playin' here's out my dick inside a total
on Channel 7 he do beats for 2Pac
Now coming out the spring from Heaven
Ya know my piece is, hotter than grease is
With no wrong way to eat
Ya face like
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was
a dawg
I ain't worried about him, I know he a bitch (meow)
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic, bitch
They say
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic
They say I'm the hottest new nigga
Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick
died
Bomb first
With a second reply
Like right before Tupac died
I will not lie
These times are tense
I'm at the end of my wits
But I'm forever a soldier
Ah me and my nigga 2Pac
Finna do what we do
Understand this
'cause it's way understandable
Niggas done changed main
You know
2pac Hopsin Tech
Those are the lgeneds
Not kids with tats on their neck
What's wrong with you people
Listening to repetitive words what the heck
Will get
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
growing like little lion zombie, seeing my self over notorious Bad than 2PAC
Arrangeing my pack to the world.
Bringing devastation upon you fake Niggas
2Pac
Fuck that, I stick you up like Blu Tack
If it's the hardest you're talking
I be one of the hardest barrers reporting
If it's the hardest you're
the rankings of Biggie and 2pac
All I did was make a Spider-Man game on Roblox
hate to see boss playa like 2pac did sing
But my socks is clean, in tippity top shape
Now stop wait a minute I’m bout to break the brigade
You’re always
again
Back when 2pac was just the guy from Juice
To check out a new track you had to buy or boost
The album or dub it off your mates
blank cassette
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K.,
Backstreet Boys, 2Pac
And Barry White
Need a new accountant: Ben Jones
New manager: my momma
Two bodyguards in case niggas start drama
Used to ride coach, now
with two Glocks cocked
I do pop shots to make your fucking crew hop scotch
And fuck you cops cause you cock block
Killuminati spit the shit that got 2Pac
[Double K:]
Yo I was coolin' at the club about ten on the dot
Drinkin' Hennessey and Coke, feeling like 2Pac
Me and the crew hit the stage in about
Glocks and bombers, box full of rock launchers
Optic lasers, 2Pac tapes and box cutters
I ain't playing with none of you cocksuckers
Make whores stop in
the bad
Drop on you unplanned
Today reminds me of a song by 2pac
You got to keep ya head up
And as I did I heard a voice say
Wait up
She walked in
Our eyes
remain triumphant
I hit em up!
JK, shout out to 2Pac though
Crafted by the golden age, got that jukebox flow
The old heads who paved the way helped me
of
The snow I’m finding out like two prongs
Listening to 2pac too long
But you don’t have that last at
You don’t have to rhyme like
That to be acting
Even
it lives, the closest they gon come is 2Pac
It's politics, it's all a fix
Set up for these white blue-collared hicks
It's to make a dollar off of black
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