I’m Tupac Broke Homie Daquan

[Intro]
BITCH, I'M TUPAC MOTHAFUCKAS AND Y'ALL NEED TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT, IT'S REAL RECOGNIZE REAL HOW THE FUCK Y'ALL AIN'T RECOGNIZE ME, FAKE ASS NIGGAS

[Hook]
Bitch I'm Tupac, hell naw I never left
Fashion Show Mall, Ten bands I done spent
$400 for the Gucci, thats like half your rent
You say you be ballin', but you don't even have a cent
I been in Cuba I been chilling at the trap
Weak shit on the radio, I had to come back
Drake, Nicki, and Wayne, them niggas is crap
Especially Young Thug, that faggot is wack

[Verse 1]
It's Ya Boi 2Pac and I had to come back cause these mothafuckas is trash I fuckin swear I'ma leave em working at Mickey D's
And if they want money, they gon' have to lick on deez
Nuts, aye, aye shoutout Welven Da Great
I had to come back, this music is trash
Everytime I listen to Iggy, I get a rash
Fuck Soulja Boy, he ain't about that life
He sucking on dick, to afford studio time
Rest in Peace Biggie, that was my nigga
When I find his killer, I'ma pull the trigger
Of the 44, today I'm 44
Kick In The Door, And kill your hoe