Intro (2Pac)
This world is such, uh
And when I say this word I mean
I dont mean in an ideal sense
I mean in an everyday, every little thing you do
It's such a gimmie, gimmie, gimmie
Everybody back off
You know, everybody is taught that from school
Everywhere, big businesses
You wanna be successful?
You wanna be like Trump?
Gimmie gimmie gimmie
Push push push push
Step step step

Verse 1
You a bitch! What you in my sisters DMs for?
Sike nah I already did that stupid shit before
To the ceiling, I'm stacking money from the floor
It's a freestyle, I dont write this shit down you whore
This right here my spot, and I'm getting all this guap
And I'm feeling just like Pac, and I will never stop
I will shoot a fucking cop, and I'll keep the shit on lock
I just never block, writing music like I'm Bach
I'm killin the numbers like I'm squashing my beef
You dig my sound cause you're moving your feet
And I'm feelin kinda anxious like I'm giving a speech
"Uh listen here pussies, I just slaughtered a beat"
Yuh, aye, I'm like thirty thousand dollars in debt
I'm like a bear trap, be watching your step
Shit, and I could fly to Czech off a check
One call from Sony and I checked off a bet, hell yeah imma flex
And with the Charmers, I'm wiping the floors
Only grave I'll be digging is all of yours
Y'all think you can rap now? Oh yeah of course
Just remember who bitched you, wasn't a track but a course
On the count of three, say it with me
Every stupid faggot that started some beef
Who got fucked up when they stepped in the ring
Who realised they lyrically ain't as strong as me
Fuck G-Up, all his music is trash
Suns Up Mixtape, man that shit is just ass
Claims he drinks away from this bottomless flask
But instead he just sits on his ass and watches the time go past
Y'all better beware, I ain't fuckin around
If you put Joel in my shoes, he look like a clown
Every day I live here, the more i hate this town
Oh my God, spiders! Help Lansdowne
Wining ass kids, you privileged fucks
Take an AK-47 and -
If you really want results, then that's how it's done
Look at - and - man ain't it fun
If you ever really care about the bitches
Then you'd be better off out the game, sitting on the benches
Or in detention since you want all this attention
Might as well just mention the - and their pension
Watch me pull up with - corpse
Set it on fire and sit it on your porch
That's just a metaphor on how you'll be scorched
Ever go public and you'll get torched
Bitch