This is a song about "Real nigga don t beef"

You don;t thin anymore

Make sure to give them my all

But if you want, the beef my nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Me love you long time

Tupac, the nigga of truth, the nigga of heart, back when he was the real deal//

Jeah! it's like the whole bird gang's in here, like kurt cobain's was here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

The reason why they had to give me a deal

I'm the real o. g on the pc, shoot g. a. t. t's need some vitamin oh gee!

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard