Biggie & Pac

Yeah

In my opinion, I do this shit, fuck it

It might be facts, though, fuck it, I don't give a fuck

My life story more crazy than Biggie and Pac

When y'all was in school, I was outside with a Glock

On the block, I was young and tryna come up, ****

I was in my own bag, you can't front me, **** (Simo Fre just killed it)

I remember when I was just broke, now I'm on my shit

Remember I was dreamin' 'bout diamonds, now I can flex this shit

Audemars Piguet on my wrist, sixty-five on the Cuban

Young **** from the hood, I could go party with Michael Rubin

All the shit that I done did, they ain't think that I could do it

Three million for an album, I told 'em I'll do it

And that came from sellin' dime bags, fortune on the corner

Got these fuck **** out the way, especially my main opponent

Know I said I was done rappin', but fuck that, now I'm on it

By time I was eighteen, I was ridin' in a foreign

On some Biggie and Pac shit, to the dream, I seen it

Everybody thought I was a fan, don't nobody else seen it

I'm tryna live right when I know I'm livin' wrong

Eight years old without my mama, I was livin' on my own

Sixteen, locked in juvenile, eighteen, in the county

I was charged with attempted murder, keepin' fuck **** from 'round me

I ain't worried 'bout no fuck ****, I'm good in the hood

From a small house to a mansion, man, I know I'm livin' good

Ten cars in my yard, my life not a facade

They ain't never, ever think that I'd make it this far

Man, I'm knowin' I'm the greatest, remember the times without no cable

**** tryna copy my flow or tryna mimic my canvas

I'm drunk as fuck, I'm faded, remember the time I wasn't able

Six million in my bank account, still feel like I ain't made it

Had a junior Keyanta, another baby on the way

I just added two million dollars, finna add it to the safe

I just threw my heart because I know it wasn't safe

I ain't gotta save my city, crown me for makin' a way

Seven days and I ain't ate, too focused, I been grindin'

My bitch just came home and I swear it's perfect timin'

I know my life fucked up, but, baby, please don't remind me

My bro died, I blew up, tell me how that's perfect timin'?

Bro got life, he locked up in penitentiary

We was stickin' up and robbin' way back in elementary

Our life was planned way back when was way younger

When they shot you, up my Glock and I hear the way it thunder

Don't like to sip, but I been livin' life on my own

And you ain't gotta say it ain't right, I been livin' so wrong

Biggie and 2Pac, they got nothin' on me

Biggie and 2Pac, they got nothin' on me

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I was so young, I was livin' on my own

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah