When 2pac got shot early on
That's word to my mom
Who shot his best friend for calling the cops his
From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches
Shitting his stock of cash out his ass
Why a black nigga take ass over class
Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive
His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,
A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there
With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,
If police sight at me i got hermes on my feet
You finally got right? no longer a black sheep
To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks
Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,
See her man face-to-face through the glass
Fake the laughs cause he knew his moms would break his ass
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