What the fu*k you throw this away for?” I told him I didn’t want it. Tupac pulled the paper out of the garbage, started reading it, and he said, “Ah, this is dope. Just part of it was stickn’ out of the garbage can and this n*gga came in, and we were sitting there hella high. “Trapped” was actually a song that I wrote, but I just didn’t feel the vibe. Ray Luv was one of Tupac’s closest friends during the time he lived in the Bay Area. “One More Chance” writers Wallace, Norm Glover, Reginald Ellis, Chucky Thompson, Combs “Gimme the Loot” writers Wallace, Osten Harvey Things Done Changed” writers Wallace, Dominic Owen, Kevin Scottĝarnell Scott This dickhead will still make songs about chicks, crying and shit, regardless, and all the Drake heads who dont like Hip Hop really will still support him. Yet drops 2 defensive slow and soft ass diss tracks when called about ghostwriting on twitter? Thats what triggers you to make two diss songs in less than 24 hours? If this shit true, what other options would you have if you thought you were about to be exposed? Drop whatever you can so you can make whatever before the respect people had for you leaves. doesnt respond because that aint his style. Dude gets dissed by Pusha T, Common, Kendrick, and Tyga. Dude is dick riding athletes every he go. On top of that… how the fuck you gon diss him for FUCKING NICKI MINAJ.Dude was drooling in her video, talkin about how they should marry, and all other thirsty shit… dude is dm’ing a porn star. There are so many real artists out there writing from their own mind and heart that have better meanings, quality, and talent than these puppets. How you call yourself a music artist but need 6 people to write a song. All you people talking about the process of songwriting and shit are confusing Hip Hop with Taylor Swift and pop music. Thats embarrassing as shit for an artist in Hip Hop. Meek stated he woulda never let that shit fly had he known because even Meek went off Drakes(Quentins)flow. That's the truth, OVO, Unruly.Someone asked how Q got the beats before Drake and proceeded to call someone stupid… RICO aint even Drakes song. Your girl a say we cute, If you diss, you will get execute. And if a boy nuh like OVO or Chromatic, yuh can jus suck yuh mada! With no apology! If you nuh like we, we nuh like you neither, youth. Runnin' through the 6 with my whoas! You know how that should go.shell out, all if yuh eye nuh big, Always haffi look out, yuh no know if yuh head book out. Runnin' through the 6 with my whoas! You know how that should go, You know how that should go, You know how that should go. I was runnin' through the 6 with my whoas! You know how that should go, You know how that should go, You know how that should go.
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Reign and Chubby, and TJ, and Winnie, and woah! Yeah, and you know how that shit go, I might declare it a holiday as soon as Baka get back on the road! Yeah, but you know how that shit go, They so irrational, they don't wanna patch it up, They wanna mash it up, woah! My nigga Jibba, he whip it, I ride in the passenger, I'm way up, I stay up, I'm two up, I'm three up, I had to get back to you, woah! I'm turnin' into a nigga that thinks about money and women like 24/7, That's where my life took me, That's just how shit happened to go, and you know it. Don't fuck with them niggas, they too irrational, woah! This is that nasty flow, Top boy in this shit, I'm so international, Reps-Up is in here, got P. Yeah! I was runnin' through the 6 with my whoas! You know how that should go, You know how that should go, You know how that should go. I was runnin' through the 6 with my whoas. This been where you find me at, That's been where you find me at, I know a nigga named Johnny Bling, He put me on to the finer things, Had a job sellin' Girbaud jeans, I had a yellow TechnoMarine, Then Kanye dropped, it was polos and backpacks, Man, that's when Ethan was pushin' a Subaru hatchback, Man, I'm talkin' way before hashtags. I don't like how serious they take themselves, I've always been me, I guess I know myself, Shakiness, man, I don't have no time for that, My city too turnt up, I'll take the fine for that. I want that Ferrari then I swerve, I want that Bugatti just to hurt, I ain't rock my jewelry that's on purpose, Niggas want my spot and don't deserve it. Pray the real live forever, man, Pray the fakes get exposed. Yeah, this that Oliver, 40, Niko shit, man, 15 Fort York shit, ya know? Boi-1da, what's poppin'? Yeah, yeah! Runnin' through the 6 with my whoas, Countin' money, you know how it goes. Hol' it, hol' it, hol' it, hol' it, hol' it! No sleepin' in the streets.