A Lot Kur

[Intro]
Try ya luck
She might be fine as fuck, but she probably-
Real talk
High as fuck, don't even know what it's-
Young 79, hihsheen, nigga, you know what's going on
Real talk

[Verse 1]
Try ya luck
She might be fine as fuck, but she probably line you up (Tuff)
High as fuck, don't even know what it's called, but it got me tired and stuck (Yeah, yeah)
'Bout a buck
I wear Amiri and Butta's and no, I ain't tying 'em up (Yeah)
Grind it up
That shit was harder than ever, I'm telling you, times was tough (Let's go)
Die or cuffs
A lot of shit come with the streets, I still was like, "Sign me up"
Finally up
These bitches gon' drop to they knees, they all be dying to fuck
Lying for what?
These bitchеs throw dirt on your name when you don't be buying 'еm much
Fire it up
I stop responding when she told me it was her time of the month (Real talk)
She kinda skinny, I think I should buy her a butt
I'm smoking, I'm wired, I'm up (Let's go)
They might be fly, but niggas ain't flyer than us, you bitches is liars and sluts (Yeah)
I told my mom I took acid and she like, "Shakur, why you keep on trying that stuff?" (Yeah)
Walked in the mall wit' my plastic, I can't stop swiping, I can't stop buying this stuff (Yeah, youngin)
Buying a Benz or buying a truck
Tying loose ends, it is what it was
Lost a few friends and they was like blood (Ah)
I don't depend, this shit from the mud
I gotta win, this shit for my cuz
Nice wit' the pen, and got me a buzz (Real talk)
Food stamp pin to get me a grub
Now I eat steak and I need it well done