Meek Mill - Tupac Back lyrics

Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these b**hes screaming that Tupac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Riding brand new rims, but them b**hes is stolen Stranded on d**h Row, Brenda having my baby But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back Tupac back, I'm two glocks strapped Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq Soon as I hit the the hood they screaming who got whacked It's a recession on the work, I'm screaming who got crack I'm sippin' Hennessy, riding on my motherf**ing enemies Sliding in the back screamin MMG (Maybach Music) Ten b**hes and they dime so it's Tennessee Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze Presidential is gold, n***a play with my money my shooter's lifting his soul Forty kick like in soccer, bullets hittin' the goal b**h I'm like John Wall cause I just give em and go Plotting on this new seven, I can picture me rolling Pockets look like they pregnant because them b**hes is swollen Got a grip I can loan, all them snitches could hold em Look at them motherf**ing wheels, them b**hes is stolen They screamin' Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these b**hes screaming that Tupac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Riding brand new rims, but them b**hes is stolen Stranded on d**h Row, Brenda having my baby But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these btiches screaming that Tupac back Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead Catch the n***a that did it, and we gon' carry his head f** nine one one, tell 'em have him a bed Talking d**h Row records, tell em have me a chair Let it burn, I'm screaming free my n***a Earl He's due in, no hesitation we can't even get a turn Got my Mackaveli CD then I listened than I learned Grabbed my Mac above the dresser, my OG's say hold it firm I'm dreaming spitting with Pac, talkin ciphers with BIG Try to send me upstate with the life as a bid Had me scraping my wax, sleeping, my knife in the bed They got a n***a on point like there's a price on my head I'm going max, got me knocking s**ers and they back In the cell, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap But don't ever get it twisted it's Meek Mill, we spittin' facts Plus somebody said they seen it and they mean it so they steady screaming