Pac Told Me - R-MEAN

Hook:

Pac told me only God can judge me

Pac told me only God can judge me

Pac told me only God can judge me

So I don’t give a fuck about you

Who the fuck is you Homie

You wasn’t raised by someone like Afeni Shakur

You wasn’t born to be a king or lead us in war

Leading my people from far

The piece in the car

But searching for peace in the heart

You wasn’t raised by somebody to teach you believing in self is believing in

God bleed in these bars

Building a legacy so when I leave it live on

My mama a soldier

Homie I told you

I think I’m smelling some dojha

Props what you tell us we owe you

But Pac is embarressed of all you

He’s looking down so ashamed

This fuckery came to offend him maybe these rappers so garbage they must’ve

been catching Brenda’s baby

I take a seat on my throne

Only MC in a league of his own

Why would I need validation from people that’s doing the things I don’t even

condone

I rather be on my own

Roll up some weed and get blown bumping some Nina Simone

Look up your name, hit delete on my phone

Aim at your dome with presicion the way the police do at innocent kids

I know that God is the one that can judge me the rest of you get out my biz

I rather die like a man then live like a coward

You motherfuckers are worried what they think about it

But I ain’t about it

I don’t waste time on the hate

I’m just inspired by greats

I fuck a bitch and go home

Same bitch you’re trying to date

I got too much on my mind because of my dreams I’m lying awake

Why she think she can kiss after she goes down?

Ma, hit the breaks

Bad bitch if she’s bougie make her wait up dudes beef then they usually turn to

groupies trying to make up

You be turning all green from your jewelry yeah you’re chain’d up

Your crew be like sex scenes in the movie bunch of fake fucks