Tupac Back (feat. Rick Ross)

I'm already convicted

My whole life has been turned around

I lost every job, I lost everything, every opportunity I can get

Can't get, buy cars, can't get rent, can't get none of that

But I'm still a survivor, y'know, I'm still comin' to court

Still smilin', still signin' autographs, but soon, I'ma go crazy

You know what I'm sayin'? And it's up to the world, y'know

America eats its babies, we, I'm

No matter what y'all think about me, I'm still your child, you know what I'm sayin'?

You can't just turn me off like that

2Pac back, 2Pac back

That's all these bitches screamin' that 2Pac back

All eyes on me, better picture me rollin'

Ridin' brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen

Stranded on Death Row, Brenda havin' my baby

But I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes

They screamin', "2Pac back, 2Pac back"

That's all these bitches screamin' that 2Pac back

Ugh! 2Pac back, I'm two Glocks strapped (Back, strapped)

Rollin' down in Philly, this the new Iraq (Philly)

Soon as I hit the the hood, they screamin', "Who got whacked?"

It's a recession on the work, I'm screamin', "Who got crack?"

I'm sippin' Hennessy!

Ridin' on my muhfuckin' enemies!

Slidin' in the 'Bach, I'm screamin', "MMG!" (Maybach Music)

Ten bitches and they dime, so it's ten I see, Hail Mary!

Put my wrist on froze, presidential is gold

****, play with my money, my shooters liftin' his soul (Soul)

Know they kick like it's soccer, bullets hittin' the goal (Soccer, goal)

Bitch, I'm like John Wall 'cause I just give 'em and go

Plottin' on this new 7, I can picture me rollin'

Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen

Got a clip I can loan, all them snitches could hold 'em

Look at the motherfuckin' wheels! Them bitches is stolen, they screamin'

2Pac back, 2Pac back

That's all these bitches screamin' that 2Pac back

All eyes on me, better picture me rollin'

Ridin' brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen

Stranded on Death Row, Brenda havin' my baby

But I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes

They screamin', "2Pac back, 2Pac back"

That's all these bitches screamin' that 2Pac back

Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead

We catch the **** that did it, then we gon' carry his head

Fuck a 9-1-1, tell 'em have him a bed

I'm talkin' Death Row Records, tell 'em have me a chair

And let it burn, I'm screamin', "Free my **** Hearn"

He drew with no hesitation, we can't even get a turn

Copped my Makaveli CD and I listened and I learned

Grabbed my MAC up off the dresser, my OG said, "Hold it firm"

I'm dreamin' spittin' with Pac and cyphers with B.I.G (Pac! B.I.G!)

Tried to send me upstate with the lifers and bid

Had me scrapin' my wax, sleepin', my knife in the bed

They got a **** on point like it's a price on my head

I'm goin' max! Got me knockin' suckers on they back

In these cells raisin' hell, tryna get back to the trap

But don't ever get it twisted, it's Meek Mill, we spittin' facts (Meek Milly!)

Plus somebody said they seen it and they mean it, so they steady screamin'

2Pac back, 2Pac back

That's all these bitches screamin' that 2Pac back

All eyes on me, better picture me rollin'

Ridin' brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen

Stranded on Death Row, Brenda havin' my baby

But I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes

They screamin', "2Pac back, 2Pac back"

That's all these bitches screamin' that 2Pac back