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Movin’ Like I’m PAC
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Worried 'bout the fall and the sum of it all Father forgive me for I know not what I do Money ain't my God, happy ain't a job Welcome me with open arms, self-sabotage We f**kin' b*t*hes raw 'Cause what's the point of it if we don't risk it all? If we don't risk it all Throw some racks in it, throw some racks in it Throw some, throw some racks in it, throw some racks in it You b*t*h n***as gettin' compromised We all see it all in due time All in all, my heart in the right place You spend more time dead than you alive I'm a real bag chaser But don't get it f**ked up like I don't have a why Like I wouldn't put that boogie on you That boogie-woogie on you, make you— ah I'm a 508 baby F**kin' hoes for sport, gettin' money like it's the '80s Mowalola tee, I match the Forces on occasion Say what's on your mind and everybody think you crazy I can't be another dumb n***a chasing cosigns Mouse traps all around the crib, it's not wavy I don't have no idols, I be looking up to ghost now Movin' like I'm Pac in '95, I gotta slow down Feel like I'm the golden child and everybody knows it now Like stop playing stupid, n***a, 'fore I bring the ruler out Flygerian, time traveling I don't even know what year we in, how you manage it? All them ideas in your head and still doing damage, kid And by the time you understand the sh*t, it'll be— A long time Sh*t, what's gotten into ya? Read Tibetan scriptures while I sift through sacred literature Days gettin' sinister, my name's getting infamous Rollin' big biscuits got me f**kin' up my sentences Judging off the syndicate, the racks is gon' be infinite My neck's gon' glisten on execs who don't be listening All the walls caving in, plotted on by many men Being honest, I ain't see no solace since the breakin' in Where I crawled out of I'm shocked, not locked up in a padded box Or caught up in the back of bars I contemplate the saddest thoughts In the mirror actually where we tend to face the baddest wars I laugh while I'm prepared, to wave flags like matadors Talk to me, mi amor I just want freedom He ain't seem to catch a breather, y'all Ain't respond in weeks, I'm sound asleep Just tryna see tomorrow Belly of the beasts, dodging creatures tryna creep up on us Okay Uh, sophisticated arrogance Make music for children and n***as in failed marriages How you f**k up? stand up, you embarra**ing Your morals out of wack Around jawns, you out of character Committed to the mission, I ain't losing my stride Ricky said he wants our best, I give my best every time I'm grateful and filled with hate at the same damn time Inherited, Toussaint is in my flesh, I'm alive Uh Completed every single thought Pu**y do not get involved Women, trying to get rid of y'all Built my backbone Throw it back, that's her favorite sport Connection through a man and a woman is through a credit card More bags, more heels, more meals, swipe again More fights, more hate, more sex, swipe again No goals, more chores, more stress, swipe again You can't buy love, I swear all y'all stupid Tim Allen how I show improvement Swear to God my pen is stupid Time to dump out all my roaches Rapper pack is all I'm smoking Swear I make the dumbest choices Shimmy shimmy through the poison Flows pa**ing through the border Demolition man, I'm killing Every single track, I need my hands sanitized This is year five, Meech ain't even reaching his prime I talk sh*t, and give tips, I see you lost in your life Meech BOLD against the world I swear to God I won't die, my n***a
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