The Ghost of Pac

I wont deny it Im a straight ridah
You dont wanna f*ck with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they cant 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 yall shop at Victorias Secret
(And my ambitionz as a ridah) to murder every rapper dressin like they baby momma
N*gga hop in the ride lets 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 propheciesll 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 cant 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
Im the ish you just wish you was
C.O.B dont forget it mean Crip or Blood
They throw up Bs and say Cuzz just because
My style is gangsta but complicated like graffiti
Mixed with caligraphy call that mixture caligraffiti
Im 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
Theserappers wanna ban me yet my lyrics of fury
But they shouldnt censor me they should remember me and mirror me really
Cuz Ill show you how I physically cured me
After being injured severely by life
Just lend me an ear and when you hear me its 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