[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]