PAC Me, Pt. 2

Y'all gonna have to Pac me
Talking all that Moxe
My bitch wit the OnlyFans y'all chillin' in the box seat
This the type the money
Tell them fuck em send the proxy
I'm livin' at a top speed
The Glock be
Ridin' shotgun where the bomb be
Drop me
Like a fuckin' Jordan 2 you bots never cop me
Just stop it
Y'all been playing checkers this monopoly
Misogynistic
I'm yellin' fuck you in italics for the stylistics
Five digits
Bout to run the game wit no investment
That's just my ego and he clearly growing desperate
Vespids

You gone have to Pac me
Hangin' out the window on Flamingo wit the Glock B
That's not you it's not me
Better chance they go and try to slip me something Cosby
That the type of pistol whip to come equip wit Plan B
These the type of dudes who think they mother fucking Fonzie
Lookin like a hybrid vibe G Eazy Halsey
So be easy saucy
These lesbians went feminine and lost me
I can't support this type of movement dude I'm feelin nausey
You prolly gone cause me
To go into a palsy
I grew up on that Pac shit and this is what he taught me
I might have to bomb first
Monster
Not the type under your bed bitch I'm the mobster
To call your house breathe and hang it up at all hours
Sending messages wit no message that's the power
You due for it
Get you waxed for a Newport
Ridin' deep in the two door
Make em wanna do themselves like them two doors
Suicide
Too deprived
Of the prize
So I size
Your suit and tie
Hop on now while they still askin' bout who am I
Shit
Lets call it random amnesia
The first million I make imma forget you in the bleachers
You leeches been leeching
I'm waitin' all season but the stands
Lookin like like someone went COVID sneezin'

Shit
I'm the reason
I'm the heathen
Contemplating how cold I be?
How could I?
If you askin' give your ass only one reply
Fuck you and anyone else who wants to question why
Let's see
I was mistreated
Mislabeled
Shit is no mystery why I would go Mysterio
Cheerio
I ain't talking cereal when I say I'm going serial
Danger to society
Man y'all ain't gotta lie to me
I just want my damn six star notoriety
Spittin' sick bars your shit like my sobriety
I hate it
Spittin' in the face of compliancy
Imagine you denying me
Oh soaked in irony
Lucky I don't eat you for the Iron and Vita B
But I'm so focused on my 22 dieting
We gone have to settle for some rioting
Maybe I'm just biased
But the truth is in the science
Life is all timing
I was born too-late
Or I'd be all-timing
Hall of fame old-timer
Instead I'm stuck here still dealin' wit these toddlers
Eric Harris of the new school next semester honors
4-22 I'mma blow like a bomb



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Writer(s): Sean Drezden
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