GHOST OF TUPAC

[Verse]
Bitch, you don't even know me, how you tryna judge?
Everyday a horror story when I'm waking up
I bring pain on them days like this
I'm bangin' with that pain like this
I'm fucking up the game like this
You keep talking that irrelevance
Pussy boy, you frontin like we cool, I made you relevant
I got you and yo bitch mad 'cause you know I been heaven sent
Rappin like I came from where the devil is
You down there motherfucker, you ain't never where my level is
And fuck them rappers you hypin' up, they ain't on my level, bitch
And girl, you know you love me still so why the fuck you lyin' then
I ain't have to write this down, gotta get it off my mind and shit
In other words, I keep it real way too much, I be ridin', bitch
They tryna do what I do, keep it real, boy, you ain't dyin', bitch