All Eyez on Me

Picture me rolling No gutter ball, I be bowling The Butter call, I'm holding The other line for my homie He told me, go undergrind on 'em, homie I caterpill'd to the top and I butterfly'd on 'em slowly Blow me, you bitches popping bologna I've been at it since I was rocking Saucony I was up in them Pony's, couldn't get the new Jordans Now I'm rocking new Foamies and anything they put on me [All eyes on me] Get a glimpse of a nigga Bet your bitch put her lips on a nigga We in the strip for the paper Have these niggas just waiting for a favor Better holler at your neighbor I be out of town, working on a label HP, yeah, you know I started from the bottom Seen a little light, now look how I got 'em Fuck it, I'm back thumping, I stay bumping that new shit Death before dishonor, I never meet the pool stick I'm amped, boy, I'm back on my bullshit Don't make me wax you niggas and run to the pulpit They love when I talk ig'nant Fuck y'all, mind your own business Yeah, I hock a loogie at the camera man Pac style loaded, about to do the hammer dance Four-five niggas in the ambulance Nine in my right, .45 in my other hand Yeah, I took it back to the trap house Them little boys got it looking like the frat house I'm in that route until that motherfucker map out Black out, all I see is money in this rap out Them niggas begging me to tap out I'm going in like a fat nigga when the snacks out Yeah, I keep flowing 'til they tap out Sleep on me, make a nigga snap out, wake him up I try my best not to break 'em up At the same time, try and get my paper up If you don't like it, I don't love it You ain't talking money, we ain't talking nothing Funny how them niggas get to acting Ruffin Make a couple dollars, think they doing something Niggas pillow talkin, talking with my old hype That's a constant problem I be dealing with my whole life Gold white pinky ring shining like a strobe light Fake sneak dissing, this is really what I don't like Lowlife, step into the mind of a real nigga I can't play no games, ain't no spades, I can't deal with ya Deal pickle, about to go bananas Yapping and they yelling Focus on that guacamole before you lose your melon Who you telling? I have been here before Like a three-time felon, gel'n Bailing through the streets like it's hell up on my feet Heaven in my eyes, I can't dwell up on defeat