40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
To make karma come faster than she normally will
And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa
Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,
I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less
If only i could go back into the 80’s
Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t
They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty
Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's
I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death
It was just the four of us uptown corners
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
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