It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
We don't believe you, you need more people
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
You can't hold clouds, be decent? you'll only go down, like a blowjob in a shower
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
I don’t need no interruption when i’m making you moanearly morn, wake up, then you yawn
I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,
Are you fucking on molly you'll get a blowjob from cyrus,
We're still feeling the promise, some nights i kill 'em with kindness
Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Me and you just need to talk a bit
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep
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