Pac

Ben Frank in my ear, he keep talkin' to me
Gold in my mouth, when I talk
it ain't cheap
Got paid for a feat, now designer my feet
That Glock my bitch, she walkin' with me
You ain't ever met a nigga
Move the bag like me (Never)
In the trap with the ones and a brand new tee
That nigga so broke, why the hell he come by?
AR in the cut, he gon' leave your ass dry
AR in the cut with a mothafuckin' Draco
I don't fuck with niggas, so I gotta lay low
Big ass chopper, think I got it from Halo
Me and my brothers cut the
Check just like Karo
I get in that coupe and I swerve on the turn
Pull up and park the foreign on the curb
These niggas be fu', shit
You live and you learn
Go off what you see, nigga
Not what you heard

This ain't no damn rental
You know that I bought it (yeah)
Could sell the whole city
Got racks in my closet (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
Them shooters around me and they hit often
Brand new Glizzy, that ho awesome

Glock with that TEC, bitch, wah-wah-wah
Baby, first word, it was, "Racks"
Racks on me, I ain't stressin' 'bout that
Real nigga in the field like a bat

I hit some licks
But I won't talk about that
They ask me questions
I don't know about that
This ho bein' nosy, tryna see where I'm at
I'm sorry, lil' ho
I don't know you like that

She gave me head twice
Then I kicked the ho out (Damn)
Put her ass on block, I was just in her mouth
(Damn)
I don't got no aim, so you better watch out
Shooter put you on the news
We gon' give your ass clout (yeah)

Draco on me, you know the vibes
If Pac rapped like this, he'd still be alive
Play with them sticks just like lacross
With shooter, in that Wraith, we gon' slide

Ben Frank in my ear, he keep talkin' to me
Gold in my mouth, when I talk
It ain't cheap
Got paid for a feat, now designer my feet
That Glock my bitch, she walkin' with me
You ain't ever met a nigga
Move the bag like me (Never)
In the trap with the ones and a brand new tee
That nigga so broke, why the hell he come by?
AR in the cut, he gon' leave your ass dry
AR in the cut with a mothafuckin' Draco
I don't fuck with niggas, so I gotta lay low
Big ass chopper, think I got it from Halo
Me and my brothers cut the
Check just like Karo
I get in that coupe and I swerve on the turn
Pull up and park the foreign on the curb
These niggas be fu', shit
You live and you learn
Go off what you see, nigga
Not what you heard

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