Lyrics:
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
We
just inspired by our idols
Feeling so idle, when I'm not writing
Got no motivation, in my bed feeling lifeless
Going crazy like I'm claiming 2Pac
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
2Pac in the mad bitch
In the six-fo' rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch
Gettin' ghost on them bitches in the town
Bustin' out the back seat,
really ride
They piggy back, I'll trade them all
To have 2Pac and Biggie back
Facts, don't give me dap
Don't want your pity want fifty fifty
Just give
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.,
tired
God in me I am a giant
God in me I slay Goliath
With a sling shot and a smooth rock
I boom boom like boombox
My head up like 2Pac
I'm limitless
No
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?
What's all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie
The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothed me
Who said that Treach can't work when he don't
a melhor das minas
Sempre na fuga dos porcos
Nigga, no cap, I'm a BALLER
Like 2pac I'm a BALLER
Bitchies? They want my body
But I don't trust nobody
Só ando
like I don't spit
Burn the blessed
The truth, 2Pac jewels like I serve them wet
Vado!
This homicide was prophesized before I
Was a toddler's size
Any
how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I'm 2Pac 'cause I'm black and put them works in?
Does he know his daughter might have
cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
don’t want no conversation, Don’t want no friends
I just take all these percs until the pain ends
Better Dayyyys
I just need me some better days
2Pac said
(IHustle, Trap)
(IHustle, Trap)
Bust a rack, I get two back
In the tub w gold, Call me 2pac
I'm a nut, you's a blue sack
You had ya chance, but you blew dat
of snow, they call me Aspen
Phantom full of smoke while you gasping
Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock
The molly make these hoes think they 2Pac
thats how it is
So thats how it is
You been talking shit
I been making hits
MF all you do is talk shit
Not bout the walk shit
Bitch im going on my 2Pac
thats how it is
So thats how it is
You been talking shit
I been making hits
MF all you do is talk shit
Not bout the walk shit
Bitch im going on my 2Pac
your hair while we
Fucking in the chair
When you loving me up against the wall
You can have it all, just try
Bet my kiss can get you high don't pass by
doubt me
I'm gettin' flammy on this 2Pac jammy
Yo, sittin' and pissin' on a bitch ass panty
Yeah, like it's magic we comin'
On that ass massive
Better tap
to change
And I pray, I pray that someday we will
But you should know you're not alone
But still we gon' fight
Yeah, yeah
I remember 2Pac said it
They don't wanna let me shine
They don't wanna see me glow
Everyday hating me
Got their eyes on me
I've been feeling like 2pac
Yeah
Why you beefing
can't be figured out by no doctor
Got me then I got ya
Ain't no stopping right now cuz I'm focused on trying to go farther
Gotta make it out of these cold
and on that 2Pac
In front of them ooh-wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Talking loud talkin' 'bout that's gangsta shit
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