CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Instagram Song 2
Back home you get cash
You pistachio
They crack shells
While you get gas
You get too flashy
Get a camera roll
Come to your potluck
With a casserole
Name new strains
That make your casket roll
Turn your city until your ass is old
Nobody drive around with their top back
Everything they shootout on the highway
n***as shot back
Every seance and tribute
Never brought Pac back
I sometimes have dreams about a city
Where the cops black
Then I gotta stop that
Remember how few n***as
In Atlanta jails is not black
I probably catch a-
You pistachio
They crack shells
While you get gas
You get too flashy
Get a camera roll
Come to your potluck
With a casserole
Name new strains
That make your casket roll
Turn your city until your ass is old
Nobody drive around with their top back
Everything they shootout on the highway
n***as shot back
Every seance and tribute
Never brought Pac back
I sometimes have dreams about a city
Where the cops black
Then I gotta stop that
Remember how few n***as
In Atlanta jails is not black
I probably catch a-
