[Intro]
b*tch, I'M 2Pac MOTHAfu*kAS AND Y'ALL NEED TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT, IT'S REAL RECOGNIZE REAL HOW THE fu*k Y'ALL AIN'T RECOGNIZE ME, FAKE ASS ni**aS
[Hook]
b**h I'm 2Pac, hell naw I never left
Fashion Show Mall, Ten bands I done spent
$400 for the Gucci, thats like half your rent
You say you be ballin', but you don't even have a cent
I been in Cuba I been chilling at the trap
Weak sh** on the radio, I had to come back
Drake, Nicki, and Wayne, them n***as is crap
Especially Young Thug, that f*ggot is wack
[Verse 1]
It's Ya Boi 2Pac and I had to come back cause these mothaf**as is trash I f**in swear I'ma leave em working at Mickey D's
And if they want money, they gon' have to lick on deez
Nuts, aye, aye shoutout Welven Da Great
I had to come back, this music is trash
Everytime I listen to Iggy, I get a rash
f** Soulja Boy, he ain't about that life
He s**ing on dick, to afford studio time
Rest in Peace Biggie, that was my n***a
When I find his k**er, I'ma pull the trigger
Of the 44, today I'm 44
Kick In The Door, And k** your hoe
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
If you beat women, you a lil' b**h
I don't care who you are, even if you're rich
Floyd Mayweather, hit your opponents not your wife
I don't care if you got money you don't have my respect
Shoutout Lil B, I f** with the b**h mob
Thank you for keeping my legacy alive
Let's make a mixtape bruh, let's collab
I ain't playing bruh, hit my line
We gotta k** the game, gotta do it for Biggie
And we can get rid, of that trash a** Iggy
Lebron think he the best, he silly
When he said that bullsh**, I was like n***a really
[Hook]