Lyrics:
it off slow (Give it up)
Used to rob niggas, I'd run up on 'em with two Glocks
Like run that, before you meet my favorite rapper, 2Pac
50 shots
head, have you lookin' like Marbury
2Pac taught me keep a bomb ready
I'm drinkin' light, but my arm heavy
Private jettin', I know the pilot, used to be
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
Can't stop, ain't stop, too hot
Came out like the daughter of Aaliyah and 2Pac
And I pop from the jump, ain't nobody too shocked
And I'm out
Summer time roof off
Drivin' round with my shoes off
She's singing along with that Snoop Dogg
And that 2Pac
And that's too hot
All eyes on you can't
I've been on the top, I got a bubble in the coupe, bitch
Alexander Wang and some flame, got the juice
But bitch I'm not 2Pac and no the fuck, this shit
socker choose, watch your dude, watch your dude
That's watchin' 2Pac in Cuba
Constant new verse ave, Judo maneuvers
Shittin' all in your bloomers, P
Burn,
a twenty-two, I'm the trailer park 2Pac off of "Juice"
Plus I got Memphis blood, don't knock the blue suede shoes
I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say
park 2Pac off of ""Juice""
Plus I got Memphis blood don't knock the blue suede shoes
I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say who? (Mafia)
Them hot
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
was an escape for poor black folk
2pac told us all America eats is babies
Since I been in a Mercedes my ladies relate to that quote
Upset, veins
a rematch, you know who won
Shout to my brothers in 0121
See the black and white poster with 2Pac and Biggie on?
Yeah we startin' a new one
And I won't
Cole's house apparently
You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks
Would change the world be the brains, let's walk by 2Pac
Instead we talk
My shit rock like 2Pac or Os on a ghetto stove
My flows will leave 'em weak, you see the rose petals blow
Gun smoke settles slow when I blow the cold
That's when the profit is controlled
I seen this before with 2Pac and this is old
Sony recycled Michael with that album and it sold
'Cause fans are really
keep a distance, huh
Dream motion living, being broke
Got me livid, huh
Bitches after bitches, huh
All my niggas 2Pac
Speaking revolution or that shit
shallow graves
Like shoop-shooby do-bop
Honorable Elijah, Reverend Doc
Then Stokeley, 2Pac
Type of dude to turn your girl's
Vagina to a tube sock
Stock,
drugs?
Lord knows I deserve to die on an acid high and I'm double cupped
Cold line, hundred blunts
Seen a few bitches I'd love to fuck
2Pac in 96
later, Big Spank got killed
And I got robbed, and Ronnie got shot
And I bought my first tape by 2Pac
And I got hard, cause I was smart
I knew that
Let me hear y'all flirt
Go on and on
Felt don't stop
Diggin' up the dirt
Peace to anybody who's got a 2Pac shirt
Go on and on
and forth on the 'Gram, I had to block him (No)
Rather catch him lackin' in public and then pop him (come here)
Caught him on the elevator, had to 2Pac him
to stop
'Cause I don't reply to no drillers that ain't killin' their opps
Blaze niggas up, know we do that for sure
Shoot up the car like he's 2Pac
You know that since I’m in the game,
You told me that I’m god’s favourite rapper
Honestly even mine
When they killed 2pac e Biggie
They don’t know that
gjennom åfjordlater andre busser bare prater
Alkohol strømmer ned som vann
Hangover'n kurerer vi i medhvitt gram
2Pac sitter baki bussen og ruller all
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