Meek Mill - Tupac Back lyrics

I'm already convicted
My whole life has been turned around
I lost every job, I lost everything
Every opportunity I can get
Can't get, buy cars, can't get rent
Can't get none of that
But I'm still a survivor, y'know
I'm still coming to court
Still smiling, still signing autographs
But soon I'ma go crazy!
You know what I'm sayin? And
It's up to the world, y'know
America eats it's babies, we, I'm
No matter what y'all think about me
I'm still your child
You know what I'm sayin?
You can't just turn me off like that
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2Pac back, 2Pac back
That’s all these bitches screaming


That 2Pac back
All eyes on me, better picture me rollin’
Buying brand new rims
But them bitches is stolen
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby
But I’m stacking my paper
I need a brand new Mercedes
They screaming "2Pac back, 2Pac back"
That’s all these bitches screaming
That 2Pac back

Ugh! 2Pac back, I’m two Glocks strapped
Rolling down in Philly, this the new Iraq
(Philly)
Soon as I hit the the hood, they screaming
"Who got whacked?"
It’s a recession on the work, I’m screaming
"Who got crack?" i’m sipping Hennessy!
Riding on my muh'fuckin' enemies!
Sliding in the back, I'm screaming, "MMG!"
(Maybach Music)
Ten bitches and they dime so it's ten I see
Hail Mary!
Put my wrist on froze, presidential is gold
Nigga play with my money
My shooters lifting his soul (Blow)
That kick like it's soccer
Bullets hitting the goal
Bitch, I’m like John Wall 'cause I
Just give 'em and go
Plotting on this new 7
I can picture me rolling
Pockets look like they pregnant because
Them bitches is swollen
Got a clip I can loan
All them snitches could hold 'em
Look at the motherfuckin' wheels!
Them bitches is stolen they screamin'

2Pac back, 2Pac back
That’s all these bitches screaming
That 2Pac back
All eyes on me, better picture me rollin’
Buying brand new rims
But them bitches is stolen
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby
But I’m stacking my paper
I need a brand new Mercedes
They screaming, "2Pac back, 2Pac back"
That’s all these bitches screaming
That 2Pac back

Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead
We catch the nigga that did it
Then we gon' carry his head
Fuck a 911, tell 'em have him a bed
I'm talking Death Row Records
Tell 'em have me a chair
And let it burn, I'm screaming
"Free my nigga Hearn"
He drew with no hesitation
We can’t even get a turn
Copped my Makaveli CD and I
Listened and I learned
Grabbed my MAC above the dresser, my OG said
"Hold it firm"
I’m dreaming spitting with Pac
(Pac) and cyphers with BIG (BIG)
Tried to send me upstate with
The lifers and bid
Had me scraping my wax, sleeping
My knife in the bed
They got a nigga on point like
It's a price on my head
I'm going max! Got me knocking
Suckers on they back
In these cells raising hell tryna
Get back to the trap but don't ever get it
Twisted, it's Meek Mill, we spittin' facts
(Meek Milly) plus somebody said they seen it
And they mean it so they steady screamin'

2Pac back, 2Pac back
That’s all these bitches screaming
That 2Pac back
All eyes on me, better picture me rollin’
Buying brand new rims
But them bitches is stolen
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby
But I’m stacking my paper
I need a brand new Mercedes
They screaming "2Pac back, 2Pac back"
That’s all these bitches screaming
That 2Pac back

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