Pac Told Me

Hook:
Pac told me only God can judge me
Pac told me only God can judge me
Pac told me only God can judge me
So I don’t give a fuck about you
Who the fuck is you Homie
You wasn’t raised by someone like Afeni Shakur
You wasn’t born to be a king or lead us in war
Leading my people from far
The piece in the car
But searching for peace in the heart
You wasn’t raised by somebody to teach you believing in self is believing in
God bleed in these bars
Building a legacy so when I leave it live on
My mama a soldier
Homie I told you
I think I’m smelling some dojha
Props what you tell us we owe you
But Pac is embarressed of all you
He’s looking down so ashamed
This fuckery came to offend him maybe these rappers so garbage they must’ve
been catching Brenda’s baby
I take a seat on my throne
Only MC in a league of his own
Why would I need validation from people that’s doing the things I don’t even
condone
I rather be on my own
Roll up some weed and get blown bumping some Nina Simone
Look up your name, hit delete on my phone
Aim at your dome with presicion the way the police do at innocent kids
I know that God is the one that can judge me the rest of you get out my biz
I rather die like a man then live like a coward
You motherfuckers are worried what they think about it
But I ain’t about it
I don’t waste time on the hate
I’m just inspired by greats
I fuck a bitch and go home
Same bitch you’re trying to date
I got too much on my mind because of my dreams I’m lying awake
Why she think she can kiss after she goes down? Ma, hit the breaks
Bad bitch if she’s bougie make her wait up dudes beef then they usually turn to
groupies trying to make up
You be turning all green from your jewelry yeah you’re chain’d up
Your crew be like sex scenes in the movie bunch of fake fucks