Prada my shoelaces
I came out the basement
I won't calla bitch
Unless she got my baby
And thug got jump out with him
Wherever I point there get em
I put switch on the back of the Glock
I don't even gotta aim just hit
Bitch I'm Tupac in the flesh
But if he had a 50
Niggas wanna beef like The Game and 50
Tell em come get up with me
And we ride hot cars back to back
Don't hesitate to get busy
And I bet this 45 back em back
Because I know niggas wanna kill me
Bitch I'm like a god in these streets
I'm like a motherfucking God
Bitch I'm like a god in these streets
I'm like a motherfucking God
Whenever I smile it look like glass
She love my fashion tho
I'm from the trenches
But my bitch bad
I love me a classy hoe
Now we got Glocks and switches
Used to hit niggs with calicoes
Ain't gotta diss im real a problem
Pull up taking his soul
I can't say his name cuz shhhh
Might die like any day
Talking on the net
But niggas don't be where they say
I might take a picture
Pissing on yo homie grave
Nigga you don't want this beef
You know shit shot ain't safe
Pull up hitting domes
This 40 gon break a bone
Please don't get caught tryna slide cuz we send niggas home
Bitch we never lack
We just increase the score
Reaching for my chain a gun it chipped blow
Damn
Prada my shoelaces
I came out the basement
I won't calla bitch
Unless she got my baby
And thug got jump out with him
Wherever I point there get em
I put switch on the back of the Glock
I don't even gotta aim just hit
Bitch I'm Tupac in the flesh
But if he had a 50
Niggas wanna beef like The Game and 50
Tell em come get up with me
And we ride hot cars back to back
Don't hesitate to get busy
And I bet this 45 back em back
Because I know niggas wanna kill me
Bitch I'm like a god in these streets
I'm like a motherfucking God
Bitch I'm like a god in these streets
I'm like a motherfucking God
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