The Ghost of Pac

I won't deny it I'm a straight ridah

You don't wanna f*ck with me

Got the police bustin' at me

But they can't do nothing to a G

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Without God whichever one you believe in

This is that COB the second coming of G s*it

N*ggas act hard but never f*ck with that street s*it

Rappers like y'all shop at Victoria's Secret

(And my ambitionz as a ridah) to murder every rapper dressin' like they baby momma

N*gga hop in the ride let's bend a couple of corners

He lookin' like Antoine Dodson and claimin' that he a stoner

Hold up hold up I told you I was a ridah known to survive

My prophecies'll even leave a Nostradamus surprised

Me not bein' a writer is a broken promise to God

This is West side you see the ghost of Pac in my eyes

Wait gangster gangster rap we bringin' it back you can't forget that s*it

Whether you from Long Ceach or Bompton spit that s*it

Pistol whip that n*gga then click that trigga then hit that lick

You need to earn heart like Dale you on some ***** ass s*it

I stroll over ocean like my body holds the ghost of Yeshua

I'm the ish you just wish you was

C.O.B don't forget it mean Crip or Blood

They throw up B's and say Cuzz just because

My style is gangsta but complicated like graffiti

Mixed with caligraphy call that mixture caligraffiti

I'm an enigma spittin' greasy

(These n*ggas is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me)

The now I got a conspiracy theory

These rappers wanna ban me yet my lyrics of fury

But they shouldn't censor me they should remember me and mirror me really

Cuz I'll show you how I physically cured me

After being injured severely by life

Just lend me an ear and when you hear me it's like you eerily near me

Uh yeah and now ya got me right beside ya

Hoping you listen I catch you paying attention to my ambitions as a ridah