制作
作曲和作词
Porsche County
词曲作者
Spliff Wayne
词曲作者
制作和工程
Porsche Nine
制作人
Spliff Wayne
制作人
歌词
Bitch I feel like Pac back in 1995
In this white man's world I go against all odds
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G
Bitch I feel like Pac back in 1995
In this white man's world I go against all odds
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G
Precision with pencils, pads, pistols and prolly Pimpin'
Petitions to punish weak positions I'm so prolific
Practice to perfection when I pick and pack the protection
Prada's on my pupils I see through a purer perspective
Moma raised a hell razor that's how I survived
Coming from the city where skinny **** die
If I'm witcha I'm witcha, I say I gotcha then I gotcha
I pop 'em no problem, I'll go to bat for you like Gotham
You spot 'em I drop 'em
Fuck a opp and adversary
To you scandalous bitches I put the Mack in Mackavelli
Dear Lord do you feel me
I was living stress, until I got that Mack Gang all upon my chest
Got the heart of Assata Shakur and cadence of Pac
I heard that Brenda had a baby and she labeled him Brock
Now everybody claim they Mackin' you copied my style
That hatin' shit couldn't stop me I took it smiled
And lord I tried been a witness to homicide
That 9th ward made me certified bonafied
And all I want is to be major paid with game sharper than a mutha fuckin' razor blade
Bitch I feel like Pac back in 1995
In this white man's world I go against all odds
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G look
Bitch I feel like Pac back in 1995
In this white man's world I go against all odds
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G
Still I see no changes
Wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Should I kill a crooked cop cuz I'm Black myself
And I know most of 'em pussy
I done told ya before I might be killer so don't push me
My adversaries cry like hoes, fully eradicate my flows
Big Mack on deeze hoes E
Very other city we go 4sho
Baby I love the way you flaunt it
Me and Ruff throwing gangsta parties we America's Most Wanted
My **** I pour a drink to take the pain out
Me and my girlfriend plotting to knock ya brains out
And if I did die young who cares
No love for my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there
Dear Moma don't cry, you always was black queen moma
When I was serving crack fiends moma
On the back streets moma
I heard Hail Mary scream moma
When the enemies harassed me moma
**** can't see me
With bifocals or binoculars focused
You do better closing your eyes and tryna picture me rolling
**** chest got swole but he ain't bout that life
He claimed to be a player but I fucked his wife
Handle my business on these blood suckers
With a blucka blucka that choppa bust like Khadafi
That charger a mutha fucka
AR from Moscow like a running back it's Russian
The clips like drum sticks
Rattta tat ta tat the percussion
Entire game is corrupted, listen but I don't trust it
My attitude is fuck it, MFs love it
Hope there's a heaven for a Mack
Your enemies my enemy
**** ain't never had a friend like that
Bitch I feel like Pac back in 1995
In this white man's world I go against all odds
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G
Bitch I feel like Pac back in 1995
In this white man's world I go against all odds
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G
All eyes on me
Fuck it bury me a G
All eyes on me
Fuck it bury me a G
All eyes on me
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G
Fuck it bury me a G
Written by: Porsche County, Spliff Wayne
