When they twist and talk with they fingers
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
I used to be the most humble until
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
And we no la de de da i don't care for any people
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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