It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
To make karma come faster than she normally will
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
I was given a life, a creed, a fallacy.
My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent
S on my chest like a superman vest
S queezys very bold
Women front, they get its cold
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress
Core of complete mess in store for con's creed, yes
And i'm a just take another guess
That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
The best is that which i accept and nothing less
If only i could go back into the 80’s
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