TRAP GOD 3pac

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[Intro]
Let's get it son! (Acidonthattrack!)
Back with that trap shit son, straight up son
Straight from the trap son, don't give a hoot about shit
Been on top of the game for a while now, son
All these broke-ass, wack-ass rappers ain't shit, son
Beat yo mamas cheeks son, in the sheets son
7 days out the weeks, son
(3PACALYPSE)

[Pre-Hook (x2)]
Trap god, I'm the trap god
You heard son, I'm the trap god

[Hook]
Yeah you heard what I said, I'm the trap god
And I don't give a hoot about none of your wack-ass shit
I'm gonna go so hard, Ima do it big

[Verse 1]
Yeah son, looking like Joseph Kony
Mixed up with Rosie O' Donnell
Looking like Donald Sterling
Bitch sucking my dick cause I look like [?]
Look like Rob Ford, I look like Mariah Carey
Hoes on my dick, baby you know that I stay strapped
I don't give a hoot, silverback in the club
Bad bitches show me love, cause they know I'm about to blow up on the scene
Ima beat the cheeks on the sheets for the ZHG
Ima hold it down for my squad, squad
Juiced up in the game selling records like Barry Bonds, Bonds
Damn son I can actually rap, no shit, it's the silverback
I go beast mode on this track