Lyrics:
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
wrecked on a crew if they diss
Cause 2Pac and Foxxx'll die for this
I don't GO for it, never have and never will
I call shots for my crew
If you step you
to get to where I'm at now
Got me feeling space ship high, can't get knocked down
Got me touching fifty states like Greyhound
Thug like four, my 2Pac
Ayo Bans, what you cooking?
Oooh (la-la-la, mmm-mmm)
La-la-la
I ain't no 2Pac of this generation, I'm AI YoungBoy
You try to get ahead of this
city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reaching, soon as I
the credit went to Elvis
Know you never knew that, know you think I'm too black
I just think I'm too real, I grew up on 2Pac
You grew up thinkin' that
everywhere 'fore
A nigga stop and I still'll be crawlin'
Fightin' to get up
By the sweat of my brow, I came too far
Dirty niggas wanted 2Pac me in the car
Pick
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
taking shots, I'm 2Pac up on the strip, nigga
Fuck up some money some more
I'm all in the club with your ho
Bad bitches on the pole
All this money
rest since 03
And I'm still going
Here's one for the road then
A goodbye kiss from an old man
The hood got rich from my offerings
I've seen 2Pac kids get
rest since 03
And I'm still going
Here's one for the road then
A goodbye kiss from an old man
The hood got rich from my offerings
I've seen 2Pac kids get
trust you
Ok, niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't loyal
Bad like milk niggas will spoil
Picture me rollin like 2Pac
Off two pills I popped, nigga Fuck You!
city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I
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
and she swallow semen
I'm probably the realest breathin' under 25
I'm the finest, 2Pac Shakur if he didn't die
From the side where hammers is hereditary
Demon Loc
Damn too many of my homies got smoked
Before I lost 2Pac I lost my Grand Pa
Tha Raw dogg, I called him pa pa, aah naw
Not Reverend Harris
as young niggas making big fat stacks
I tried to do it legal making records
Heavy bent like 2Pac said "it didn't
Pay the fucking rent"
So now I'm
happened to 2Pac and Biggie
You light up your ciggy
Grab a cold beer out the refridgerator, bop your mickey
You was scared in the hired hotel
Dressed
Bubs and Daddy's gonna do that
Even when I die, I'mma live as long as 2Pac
I'm putting down some songs, when I go
You better use that
And call the album
turtle shit
Bolt like Usain, who game to get got
I mastered the Shaolin styles of BIG and 2Pac
Sweet and sour chicken while my
Partner workin' two woks
the ground my niggas is going down
40 on the pound im steppin in london town
Tim westwood we smoking the best good
Tell a motherfuckas i ain't 2pac
But you'll
ain’t commas
2Pac all eyes on me
Balling hard like CP3
When I pull up to the party
I get in I don’t show ID
It’s Minnie Om boy look at my drip
I’m making
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.,
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
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