Lyrics:
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
like nah, 2Pac not fat
I had Philly on lock before 2Pac got clapped
You know me, an OG in the game on point
Like Derrick Rose before he hurt
His knee in
just a giggity-giggity gangsta
and keepin a motherfuckin slug up in the chamber
+I Don't Give a Fuck+ like 2Pac
I get a fuckin thrill when I
don't see why everybody feel as though
That they gotta tell me how to live my life
(You know?)
Let me live baby, let me live
'Pac I feel ya, keep
ain't it ?
Love me, Or Hate me, but I ain't stoppin till I'm on top
I'm screamin' "Fuck the world" like 2pac
Say my name and you might get shot
Its
hardly know ya
Don't bother me to show ya
Let ya head get gassed by that fast promoter
Be real forever
So feel my leather in combinations
Connecting like
more like a 100 yard dash
I done been through the worst of the worst times
Trust me but I still seen it all pass, all pass
Don't you know that one day
You wake up you wanna do what chu love
I'm bout my work I can never get enough
Place of business 2pac defined a thug
Passion in my art cuz it keep me
the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my broken heart
First 2Pac died, then Biggie died and it greatly impacted me
Then history repeated itself,
This ya boy Lyfe Jennings, or rather yo, ya ya ya boy 2Pac
Check it out
Some say the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
Homies waiting me in headphones sounds 2pac
Life's hard I don't count on my luck
Every time I do I fuck it up and stuck
And I'm going back back to my block
don't play, uh, yeah
Cop a deuce, when I get that act, I mix with lemonade
Ain't talkin' juice, but these niggas yea backdoor, you like 2Pac gang
Niggas
steady on me, so they thuggin like they 2pac
Til that thuggin' shit have you like 2pac
I'm on overload, I overdose with over flows
Keep the champagne
drop, yeah riding on a nigga like 2PAC
I forgot to bring the baby her juice box, riding on a nigga like 2PAC
Three bitches at one time, two shots, riding
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
to my City thats Unlocked
These nigga outchea always cap Just alot
Working hard tryna to get that spot
Put my soul on these verses like 2pac
Want it all
This stupid nigga got rhymes like
You told Passwurdz that 2Pac was only
Known for being well paid
But the only thing that he
Was really known for
Was for
ki's, I'mma get him, think I won't? (better get'em)
And my nigga 2Pac got the fucking Glock cocked, and he's ready
When the kid, didn't even bring
knot thick, I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
Yeah
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
angus beef
You don't wanna order this
2 Glocks like 2Pac
I’m on my thug immortal shit
GPS goons show up to your coordinates
Chrome with the pearly, take
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
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
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