Bury Me Alive

[2Pac "Can't C Me"] Backwood burnin' money earnin’ motherfucker, I am Nas, I am, Pac, I am, B.I.G., I am Rap City on the basement, big Tig, I am California king, I put that on my kids, I am Tell Kendrick I passed the torch and I meant it, every sentence Spoke to the crowd 'til the crown got passed down, I'm bitchin’ On the stage with Snoop and the Pound, that was so vintage Long way from the crowd, I'm poppin' [?] benches Like a hurdler, any lyricist murderer Unless 3 Stacks or Blueprint, Jigga is on the verse with 'em Your top 10 no match for my top 5 All you niggas is lucky, Will Smith after Pac died Thug Life, west side, let one of you pop fly I hold the Glock sideways like Ashanti's cocked eye I look in my opp's eyes tellin' me not God Make his body do the block boy and leave him lopside I am dope at the border in the narco cop eye I am chicken in the grill of a Cutlass like Popeye's I am Jay, Dames, and Biggs while watchin’ the Roc rise Nigga, you could shake the jar, just don’t let the pot slide I am both of the clips in Drake's beat Take advantage, fuck all of these bitches while Drake sleep I’ma start with Keke and K.B., go up in 'em, 8 feet Make her clit tick like an 8-peat Never cross me, nigga, I am Jesus son Shoot my shot at your bitch, I don't need no gun I just roll a basketball emoji in her DM Cum in her mouth, she was this close to bein' my BM My BM’s crazy, my DM's brazy I see them chicks in the Maybach whenever he in Vegas MGM shakin', hollow-tip like he in Takers I fuck around and put 3 in Satan [Royce da 5'9" "Boom"] Hell on Earth since birth, I been flexin' for the turf Black ghost through the hood like a pastor of a church 30Ms his net-worth, fuck 12, let 'em search Nigga, I'm a Bad Boy in a Death Row shirt I am all the littles Lil' Uzi, Lil' Baby Lil' Wayne, Lil' Pete, Lil' Skies, Lil' Tay Lil' Pump, Lil' Cease Lil' Boosie, Lil' B I might pop a Lil' Xan and listen to a Lil' Reese Give them papers a Lil' Twist, smoke my Lil' Thicky Eat it to Lil' Kim, give her a Lil' Dicky Lil' J and Lil' Fears, money off that Lil' Yachty Lil' Debbie go a Lil' Cray when she off a Lil' Molly Throw on a Lil' Biggie, she shy like Lil' Durk She my Lil' Mama in a Lil' Snoop shirt, yeah She all on my dick, she said it's lit, yeah I'm on my shit, yeah, convertible top on the 6, yeah Come out the same time as Chingy, nigga, I'm still here Roll them maple leaves, Degrassi inside this wheelchair Smokin' on this real, yeah, Draco, let it kill air Weave on the track and make 'em think that it's my real hair Off-white, teal Airs, kick start a fly Paris fashion week, get murdered, yellow tape and chalk inside [?], kill the pussy, make him think his daughter died Left my dick inside her long as I waited for Carter 5 I am the Lakers' starter 5 I am Eazy-E immortalized I'm the bullets in Trump temple for tellin' all them lies No matter what you believe in this movie, the martyr dies Tell my enemies I'm comin' and they better fall aside Tellin' bitches if they ain't shooters, they better call a ride Put a chopper on the seat and let it sing like L.M.I Get it poppin' with this heat like it's a McDonald fry [Mobb Deep "Quiet Storm"] Talk to Prodigy the night before he died Said he happy to be alive, where you at? We should ride Woke up to the news that my nigga died So I borrowed the tear ducts from Havoc eyes and I cried So I'm mobbin' deep for the rest of my life Can't call my peace out the world without my knife I don't fuck with Grammys ever since they fuckin' dissed me Took my lil' horn and gave that motherfucker to Missy Guess I'm too much, Thug Life, notorious, they don't get me Fuck it, I'm in this Bentley I'm too much real nigga for real nigga and Trump I'd rather salute the flag than Hilfiger Only thing in life I haven't done is smoke with Obama And get head in Barbados from any bitch that know Rihanna Ayy, any bitch that know Rihanna, bring it Yeah, suck on it, sing it My red bandana Dolce Gabbana You ain't sayin' shit unless it's 9 Os and 3 commas I'ma say it again Dolce Gabbana You ain't sayin' shit unless it's-fuck it Look, look, Game gon' freestyle Meanwhile, my nigga off and he havin' 3 childs 3 children, all you niggas my sons Been punkin', fuckin' niggas up, never needed guns [YG "Go Loko"] Pass me esta con grandes tatas [?]frias dile chupa mi verga [?] tengo como un bato Malo malo , mira mira el negro palo Every time I hit the club, I go solo I go solo, I go solo Stand with my motherfuckin' right foot in front of my left I'ma Cholo, I'ma Cholo Jump in this Bentley with my heat, nigga, me and both of these mother-we-we go solo Hey, hey, you know I go the Draco under this motherfuckin' coat, it's Polo Nigga, ariba, Maria Fuck with me and senoritas, nigga, I'm with the ughn ughn ughn ughn Nigga, squeeze like a motherfuckin' pizza Nigga, burn hot, nigga, burn on your face [Mustard, Migos "Pure Water"] Go crazy, nigga, mace, nigga Old Bad Boy, nigga, murder was the case Old Snoop sittin' in court, ponytail all fucked up I ain't kill shit, Young Bucked up But I don't fuck with-shout out to 50 I don't owe that nigga money and he fuck with me, nigga Everybody know The Game crazy, brazy, YG Look, I said that I'm brazy, nigga The flow never lazy, uh, never lazy, boy Fuckin' with these lazy toys I pull a Draco out the back of the motherfuckin' the back of the back of the Cadillac And come-sssspppat-nigga This a freestyle, I told y'all Nigga, I throw shots, I don't throw balls Nigga, fuck y'all Look, we gon' keep comin' [Young Thug "The London"] Game time, look Uh, you know I'm not your average nigga I get you murdered from a pool in Calabasas, nigga I catch a fade and whoop ass like Cassius, nigga I come with chronic on the table where the hash is, nigga I roll my blunts on a bitch back, nigga I'm on them Fireball shots, nigga, fuck a 6-pack You can get your chain but you can't get your bitch back Blue Maserati got me askin', "where the Crips at?" At the Jewel like I'm Birdy, where Flip at? Slice a nigga up, yeah, [?] can't fix that I used to believe in Kane, that nigga I used to believe that Nino was really out here killin' Now I know why Tray ain't pull that trigger I wake up everyday with O-Dog inside my fuckin' mirror That's me, nigga I be on Nike I.D. bored as fuck puttin' red strings in all the K.D.s, nigga [Lil Nas X "Old Town Road"] I'ma take my Porsche down to Comp Town Road And I'ma shoot 'til I can't no more I'ma take my Porsche down to Comp Town Road And I'ma blast 'til I can't no more I got some Palmer Bloccs on Rosecrans outside the Bentley Tell them niggas got the Draco on it, God sent me I ain't come to die, nigga, I'm still alive, nigga I kill the bitch then get at the startin' 5, nigga D-R-A C-O-M-P-TO-N, nigga, I ain't never had friends 3rd grade went to elementary, I was in the sandbox Shootin' marbles, fuckin' up my homies like Sandlot Dog in the backyard, 2 pit bulls 1 named Makaveli, other named Clip Full Niggas can't fuck with me, nigga, they don't see the shots 'Til I die, 88 years old, Cedar Block I'ma take my Porsche down to Comp Town Road And I'ma ride 'til I can't no more I'ma take my Porsche down to Old Town Road And I'ma ride 'til I can't no more Had some T-flats on the right side, eses with the killin', nigga But I'm fuckin' black, I'm a Comp- Can't talk about it 'cause my nigga still in jail for it Tryna get appeals for it, nigga got a deal for it Dre signed a nigga, I was fresh outta Compton He ain't been back in 10 years 'til I brought him Pat him on the block, Cedar Block, in the black hat Compton-can't talk about it Nigga, if I stop, then you know it's real shit, nigga Had a bitch name Jada, I ain't Will Smith I'm more like Pac, fuck with Jada before him, nigga I ain't braggin', I ain't blue, I ain't play Aladdin, nigga I'm that nigga, I been-can't talk about it I'm that nigga, I said-shh, can't talk about it Every shootout I been in, I done walked up out it Why would I be here? Let's get one thing clear I'ma take my Porsche down to Old Town Road And