It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people
Now you buying birthday presents
Rub the wood and ima show em love
I’d be buying her chains
I know what it takes
You're buying up silvers like you need to kill a werewolf
Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back
I ain't buying your diss towards 'mac were you on crack?
You're buying though cuz i'm really kinda fucking poor
I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school
My g"s have been handcuffed,
Clap two times if you drunk
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