(Prod. By Jordeaux) - Two pots lyrics

It goes (la, la , la ,la la la la..) (chapter 1) Like im sick with pox Gave a middle flip to docs I'm trey times 2 I'm triple the pac Expect I'm white and I'm polite Still have the vision he's got Talk like its the present Cuz I witnessed 2 pac Sat with him in heaven As i rose from the top Had a flower full of pedals In the tip of his Glock Said hes sorry he left early Sad he missed a whole lot Saw the pearly gates And thought he missed em a lot Guess theres a mansion for thugs In the place up above Said this is my mans And he scooped Michael's glove Guess their Moon walkin With a company of gawds Owww lawwd (theme) If theres a heaven for thugs Then theres gotta be a heaven for us Then theres gotta be a heaven for us Then theres gotta be a heaven for us What bout us What bout us It goes (la, la , la ,la la la la..) (chapter 2) I remembered she stayed over As i tossed in my sleep Pulled her hair from out my pillow Started flossin my teeth Lit the rillo that i found It was all full of trees Begged the lord for his forgiveness As i rose to my feet I fell to my knees God can you repent me For the hoes i unleashed Their boys will never get em Like their stolen from thieves Think he lost hold of his brain Theres no controllin ameen Hes sicker than depression That f**ed S T and D I just hope that his investments are invested in me My impressions of the specimen connected to me Are that hes better than the better man So then hes better than me