Lyrics:
made me wanna cry tears tho
Thats kinfolk
Still smokin on indo
My soulmate riding with me like we twins tho
Just hit a few blocks listenin to 2Pac just
Boosie Badazz
Holla at my nigga right quick
My letter to 2Pac
Wake up nigga
Let me holla at you right
First of all, I'm gon' let you know
we just prove them wrong
Just had to "Hold On Be Strong" Just like 2PAC
No matter how many times they shoot us down
Still we'll shoot our shots
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
a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin
a fool, you don't let your 2Pac
I'll get you like they did them
Dudes at the food spot
You watch , I'll get you what them dudes got
Whip yah ass like Kane
got money for weapons
But not food for the stomach
like 2pac said
I just repeat it in a different way
Because it's just the same shit
But a different
the same, you gotta dream they gon kill it now
Man, excuse my 2pac, if I gotta use that, I'ma use my 2pac
It's a mind state to make you a aware nigga, think
Man, last time 2Pac came to me in a dream
I was living in Wichita, Kansas
Once I moved to LA
I think there was so many things
Being thrown at me
a brown skin queen
Bout to whisper to her brain
Everythang done change
I been suffering just like 2pac
I been sleep
With my eyes open
With my stomach tied
Kredulous riding shotgun next to me
He got the good drink
We on a full tank
Fuck wit ya boy Kutty Cal
Get on your hood thang
Bumpin 2Pac gripping on the wood
in peace 2pac from master p, doin' 2-11s
187 khadafi, murder
Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters
If you fuck with this tru clique
Nigga
Ya dig? Seems like every time I come home I
Have to ask myself where home is
Coming out the opposite of West side
Still bang 2Pac three dollar
the bad
Drop on you unplanned
Today reminds me of a song by 2pac
You got to keep ya head up
And as I did I heard a voice say
Wait up
She walked in
Our eyes
wired to my backpack
iPad full of 2pac and 3 stacks
A single fuck to give
Em said I didn't need that (Didn't need that)
I started to believe that (To
the dead
Speed through the light, no red
Shout out VL where I shop
Got the rubber bands in the shoe box
Bandana 'round my head, 2Pac
In the streets, we roll
of the top young rappers without even aiming for the top five
I'm just here to keep rap alive
Think Hip Hop would be different now if Biggie and 2Pac survived
On niggas and lace up on em
Just Like tube socks
Taking my chances Outside
Cas That's just what I know Makaveli like 2pac
Slideeee
Damn right ima slide for my
calls from 'em
'Less they need me, yeah
Take a sip, I want two shots of the Henn'
I been goin' through it lately, bumpin' 2Pac in my Benz
But it's
again
Back when 2pac was just the guy from Juice
To check out a new track you had to buy or boost
The album or dub it off your mates
blank cassette
Kanye, Nujabes n some 2Pac
This is the soundtrack to my life
Crisis modern day music some gems but mostly hype it's
Fake shit tell me what's the basis
Pose
Glocks and bombers, box full of rock launchers
Optic lasers, 2Pac tapes and box cutters
I ain't playing with none of you cocksuckers
Make whores stop in
I'm on a rooftop
Going hard for the Mula
And I stay in the booth like 2PAC
And we use to rock Hanes
Fruit of the loom
Now it be Polo on the tubesock
Everybody wam rap, nobody wam sing
Dey formed 2pac with fake neck chains
Dis is not diss track, just motivating
Yah bin dropping weak bars, dat gat me
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