Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
I put that nigga in his casket
Bad, just like an 80's car
How simple they are
I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Hands so ruff on her neck there blistering
I got my wife, so fuck the ring
My g"s have been handcuffed,
If you ever feel alone and
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
To make karma come faster than she normally will
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
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