Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed
From curb surfingwe working the industry
The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,
She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend
S on my chest like a superman vest
Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
Wit my kin that i came in wit
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
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