Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times
They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines
Relive all the good times
Take her back to where i live
The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll
And it'll keep eating till it takes an emotional toll
Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive
I apologized a trillion times
Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist
Ain't there to help when caught in an emotional whirlwind
Got a flock full of dimes
You better get with the times
Period i'm done with being your emotional scapegoat,
Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job
Relive all the good times
I wish i could have 25 wives
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