Shakur

Yea stop with the Glock reload into me like a hole with the croc
I be stopped and shocked and ready to rock, but still ain't ready for the
Pill pop, yea how many times do i have to say, (i have to say)
How many rhymes do i make a day, (make a day)
I might be one of a kind but maybe i'm not okay, (not okay)
Living life
Sitting tight
Ripping spice
While listening to my homie price
Yea nobody knows me but i'm alright, (i'm alright,)
Get the fuck out my sight if you talking my size, (my size)
Walking with the guys
Chalking with the white
We be stupid at night like bats that are high with appеtite
Please don't cry bе quiet when we go inside
Yo mind, we just demons nothing else to hide
We bleed broken up speed
With the will to feed on whatever breaths