Lyrics:
the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man
[ 2Pac ]
Now
Kick back nigga, relax and pack dabs
I'm a young lord hitter, that's word to A$AP
Like a 2Pac spitter, them cannot romp with us
Only go strapped in
2Pac lives, when I talk shit solo start tonight inside audience
Throwin' shots but they always miss
Real nigga like a Saudi prince, my nigga AK took it
gon, pookie say they rollin dice blocks from mine
Like 2pac on hennessey, until I pass out
Blowin on some green, I can't be seen, up in that glass house,
not racist, I never lied
But I know there's a disconnect between your culture and mine
Yeah, I praise 2Pac like he was a fuckin' god
He was fighting
Harmony
Yeah de rappa om the drug life
Og Beezy bumpa 2Pac og Thug Life
Bapapa bapapa SPI I I
Love to digga do I diggy drive by y y
Homie kan du huske Spice
and poked on shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture my rollin'
Hook
Cam'ron:
I said it's the Diplomats, y'all kickin' is chicken
you shot i got two Glocks
It's me against the world
Nigga feeling like 2Pac
Who hot? Nigga, you not
I needa more space, got 2 spots
And I don't give
2pac
Chorus
We are not our ancestors Niggah
We been in a pandemic niggah
They puzzled by the bigger picture
Yeh We the young Black Malitia
Now
'Cause I give them everything,
But they still want more,
And 2pac crew when they die they care more,
But I ain't tryna die to sell,
But I ain't
her groove back
The kind of flow that put the rhythm in 2Pac
8 years later
They're saying Ghetto Gospel was
Ahead of it's time i'm like, duh
Tell 'em I
aimed
The Reaper calling was enough to
Put 2Pac in paint
Murals of dead heroes, apocalyptic rain
We look above at all the scriptures say
Which is why,
2Pac to wait up
[Chorus]
[Proof]
Got young famous that handle any further glory
Fix my son a lunch for school so he'll murder for me
Readin 'Pac
and flossa
For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya
Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca
We got twats on lock the tiny tots
My mom say stop or I'm gonna
Kick back nigga, relax and pack dabs
I'm a young lord hitter, that's word to A$AP
Like a 2Pac spitter, them cannot romp with us
Only go strapped in
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
bow down
I'm a Boondock Saint wearing tube socks a new Glocc
And 2Pac playin'
Gotta be a savage and get my grits.
Ready for funk nigga, who want drama?
Collecting mail just like 2Pac momma.
Cress sider, romp rider, might of robed
immerse
Hold up watch it disperse visions of Biggie
Big L and 2Pac just looking at me (Biggie)
From the gates of Heaven while
The police booking at me
Open
leave a nigga close casket
Get his mouth open
Still sipping syrup not a pancake in me
Go roll it 2Pac i live with it
You ain't gotta feel me
But you still
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
the feds
Bring XXXTentacion back, Take Trippie Redd (RIP X)
Bring Mac Miller back, take Lil Xan
Fuck him anyway, shorty ain't no 2Pac fan
Nas dropped
Baby"
Was the rap song?
2Pac and Biggie were busy with beefin'
Little Kim had her g-sting
Cheech and Chong weed thing
Street were covered in Cross Colours
the trenches, tryn'a duck a sentence
Hope the rats don't tell
Like 2pac said, we need fkn changes
Man that's straight facts
We either elevate, or we'll never get
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