Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie

Album: Suffering From Success (2013)
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  • I've been waiting for a long time (how long)
    Real damn long time (how long)
    I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel)
    Man

    I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
    I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
    I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
    You know I go hard when it comes to mine
    I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

    Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
    Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
    Down south nigga, talking jam pony
    Rest in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first Rollie
    Bitches want to know me, haters want to show me
    But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty tickets
    Cop just pulled me over, caught up in this thing
    Take my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen
    I know they hate a nigga but he's such a major nigga
    Tell the clip the .40 when C.I.A. with us
    305 them killas, Ricky Ross the richest
    Bel- Air on my table, I talk it then I live it

    I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
    I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
    I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
    You know I go hard when it comes to mine
    I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

    All of you starve and I eat fast
    Moussain when I creep past
    Blacked out I max out with the same same watch on me chain
    We killing niggas no repass my momma got like 3 Jags
    You talkin' bout how you ball nigga we really gettin' that street cash
    Say old money, new work
    Smell the caine on my new shirt
    My old g said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt
    And my momma said do school work
    I was making that tool work
    And niggas wanted me dead with a whole lot on my head
    Man they hit Big in the passenger, hit Pac in the passenger
    So I'm riding round with this Mac on me
    And a bunch of shooters in back of us
    Roll up and you a dead man
    Head shot when we clapped ya
    We sellin' niggas to the murk em man, and I ain't talkin' bout Erica

    I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
    I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
    I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
    You know I go hard when it comes to mine
    I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

    Feel like it's me against the world
    Bury me a g
    My middle finger to the world
    I'm gon' forever be a g
    Pussy nigga want a witness stay armed no Biggie
    When we get busy no alarms just semis
    We pour out a lil liquor throw it like straight ballers
    We cradle to the grave ride when my homie call
    Give a damn if you me ? West P
    When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the steps
    They said Brenda had a baby but she left it in the alley
    One shot that playa hater now we going back to Cali
    Hit the time nigga I got a story to tell
    My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die
    And when we ride on no more paint we go hard as shit
    Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you bitch
    It's an every day struggle nigga me and my bitch
    It's unbelievable suicide I thought you would get
    Said fuck me warning and the gun don't blast
    Give me the loot sorry nigga one more chance
    You know this shit don't stop
    Keep these sucker under pressure
    Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya

    Ya nigga can't see me
    A paid thug nigga
    That's why shawty wanna be me
    See a kid around around in your town kick in your door
    I feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough, more than you know

    I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
    I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
    I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
    You know I go hard when it comes to mine
    I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

    Ey yo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatness
    If you ain't ready to be great, man?
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