Lyrics:
we were so large
You can only expect people to play into it a lil' bit
"This is my opportunity, this is my door"
It was beyond that with 2Pac
His
fabrications
You say just have a little patience
But they are driving me crazy
Never been a surfer
But my chang hang loose
Got so much flavour
Like 2Pac juice
the chosen few
Want to control the population
Poisoning the food
We got money for wars, can't feed the poor
2pac was on to something
Maybe more but we'll never
fit my head like it was tailored
I'm on my worst behavior I feel like 2Pac in Vegas
Some phanda pusha yeah
The vision super clear
Fuck your opinion you
Eldridge Cleaver Bobby Seale
Huey Newton Muhammad Ali and even Gil Scott-Heron
Al Sharpton Fred Hampton Oprah Winfrey
Barack Obama Assata Shakur 2Pac
2Pac up in Quad
You got touched but no one was charged
Hustlers was shuffling the cards
Bust the gun down and flush the parts
Whatever don't fit just
because of my music
So that's why I gotta make it or die as a loser
I've been influenced by rappers who came and paved the way
2Pac and Nas and Jay
Ice
Kick back nigga, relax and pack dabs
I'm a young lord hitter, that's word to A$AP
Like a 2Pac spitter, them cannot romp with us
Only go strapped in
literally two pack open
Now can you picture me 2pac rolling
If i ain't got i bought the hardest with me
So either way your going down like? city
I like men
talk? (Why talk?)
I was kickin' back, locked into KISS and that
Heard some kitty cat called
Me the British Pac
Well if it's that, I'ma bring Big L, 2Pac
of the siamese
Twins in we're back in the nineties
Back to a time that's divided
By Batman, Mad Max and Macgyver
But remind us, why would I wanna go
Back
2Pac lives, when I talk shit solo start tonight inside audience
Throwin' shots but they always miss
Real nigga like a Saudi prince, my nigga AK took it
We 2pac wit it (what)
We too hot wit it (what)
Keep two glocks wit em (what)
shoot two cops wit em (what)
we on the block wit it
raw, nonstop wit it
Man?") I just sit back and watch
Said they tryna summon Kurt Cobain and 2Pac
I ain't witht hat Satan shit
This is where it stops
Grab they keys, "Naseem
chillen on the down-low
Keep the shit slow like the late 2Pac
So if I ever start trippin' on you shorty make it backtrack
This goes out to future
away?
Put away my Glock, won't let me put away my Glock
Won't let me put away my Glock (Huh? Why?)
Won't let me
Yeah, the Weeklys
RIP the GOAT 2Pac
on the mains got civilians shocked
All eyes on me like 2Pac
He tried run but he wouldn't get far and I knew that
Caught up and crashed that quick, send that
2pac
Chorus
We are not our ancestors Niggah
We been in a pandemic niggah
They puzzled by the bigger picture
Yeh We the young Black Malitia
Now
knowin I have to have a nine
And half the time I paccs mac with two Gloccs
I sport a vest, fucc that shit they did to 2pac
Don't take it off for shit
with me and taught me to box
Told me bump Barbie doll homie bought me 2Pac
He told me don't ask nobody for shhhhh
He showed me how shoot dice and put
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
And my eighth album comin'
Feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs
But I could rewind the calendar, back
Back when it was now or nothin'
People said I
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