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It's nothin' fresher, they under pressure Take your bitch and undress her Go 'head and kill yourself Fuck niggas, they'll be one less More weed, less stress Make a grocery store runs, in some old bape and ape sweats Separate the bookies from vets Out in the bay, where they blowing coquis Shout to Mr. Fab The revolution will be televised and I'll be hella high The same jealous niggas will be jealous Clip they wings, smash their propellers Can't add to it, can't take from us She at my spot fixing plates That's why I fucks with her I got a crib in every state Tommy Buns living nigga get cake Fuck is wrong with your posture little nigga? Sit straight No other choice, but to keep it real These niggas so fake You can still smear the paint, ew I got your bitch on my arm Got the team on my back Got the world on my lap Got that P on my hat Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped Still the same nigga Shit ain't changed still wake and bake Still got your bitch with us Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller, oh Uh mission never changed, stay all after the same Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the game From the 4, the big dog came Rollin' joints with his paws, wearing pinky rings Since he swang through things ain't been the same Kinda close though, copping cats on my coats, yo Can't duplicate the dope flow though they're tried That shit too stepped on nigga, to get the people high It's that strope light, that 1975 Cadillac that, baby girl doing soul train lines Never hate it, though I flow out my mind Pockets breaded like they finna be deep fried Out his head, dis a 100 times Suckas still sleep on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be Probably dead in that bed, let 'em rest in peace Smoke another P, kill some more beats I got your bitch on my arm Got the team on my back Got the world on my lap Got that P on my hat Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped Still the same nigga Shit ain't changed still wake and bake Still got your bitch with us Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller, oh
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