Lyrics:
feeling like 2Pac
I'm feeling like 2pac
All eyes on me when i step in the room
I'm making that money
I'm making that money
I'm making that money
I'm
that act, I mix with lemonade
Ain't talkin' juice, but these niggas yea backdoor, you like 2Pac gang
Niggas lame, NLB-5, that's my fuckin' game
Uh, uh,
they whippin' the Birdies
No drought in my season
Hundred racks stashed in my shoe box
Rockin' Versace like 2Pac
Pull up and I got Bazookas
Got rings
wanted to save the hood, they understood why he was trying
He took a stand and said what he had to say
Bang, he got blown away
2Pac Shakur was more
Délicat, comme choisir entre 2pac et biggie
J'avais la coupe de methode man dans le clip avec mary j
On emballait les bouches sur du r.Kelly
Et on se
the wop
Since Floyd and Damian kept rocks in they socks, nigga
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangster
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
Who
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
solidified spot
Only wavy-ass beats you can find me on
I can make this shit sound like an R&B song
I can make it 2Pac and some Jon B. on
Come on, yeah,
than the tuned rap
Oh snap, I want back to times where we had 2pac
2pac or Eminem lose yourself don't tell your friends
California Love with D-R-E was so
red dot
Compact Nina and it got that green dot
Mini stick in the kitchen by that crack pot
Trapping on Westwood, I feel like I'm 2Pac
Powered up
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
you never questioned when I said I
Would be a mogul before I visit 2Pac and Left-eye
Eazy and Aaliyah when I see you we gon' test drive
A Lambo in
beside me, and 2Pac me
Holla if you hear me, tears flowing sincerely
Check up on my block weekly, my health yearly
Something's wrong with me, niggas
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
warfare) Shootouts, real block shit
West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin like, after a glock spit
Game get the blood money, fuck
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit
West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin' like, after a glock spit
Game get the blood
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?
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
like I'm 2Pac
I'm talkin' trap shit every time
That the beat drop
Too much drip I might need a mop
Keep a stick by the door when
I'm in the trap spot
Opp
14 years old workin' the Duwop
All eyes on me, nigga, thought I was 2Pac
Fucked the wrong young nigga' girl, I need two Glocks
Tryna' ride drop-top
like a hoop star
Black marble, white walls in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled
Nip, Spice-1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So why
block's got em
I'm screaming like them two cops when 2Pac shot em
Holding 2 Glocks, hope your doors got new locks on em
My daughter's feet ain't got no
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