So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
We don't believe you, you need more people
With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins
But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Oh, why do i live this way
Yeah you can call that nigga gay
And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
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