Fuck Y'all

Pac Div

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    When my shit drop I get all the love
    But fuck y'all
    When my shit come out it be bopping up in all the clubs
    So fuck y'all
    If you ever thought that you was going hard as us
    Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all
    And still fuck the police too

    You can do some corny shit and get paid
    You can buy the nigga swag and get laid
    You can blow up or let the shit stay
    Shit that I've been going through since 5th grade
    Smoking weed, I been drinking beer
    I ain't worked a real job in 6 years
    My time is money, my time is fucking money
    Slip before we fucking start it
    Now get that shit clear man
    Niggas hardly home gotta call us on the plane
    Here it's Mr. Div man the niggas clocking dane

    Turn head around your brain
    I put you out your pain
    Living next door off his feet
    Tell me what you know about that plane
    Look man I'm walking back
    Div talking like I'm Pac Div
    When I'm out in traffic it's almost like pack Div
    Mac 10 for life, bango I got old stripes

    No hype, we ain't matching numbers that's our old price
    Cash cheque getting squealers got the scripts for can niggas
    Yea I'm cool but them niggers is on some weak pillars
    In the hood to the white boys with quick silver
    Out the park with the shit I think I'm prince Philly
    When you're raw you push that thing to the limit
    We just finna kinda profit I'ma swim in a minute
    I don't speed at the limit, move how I wanna move
    Knuckle head nigga I'ma do what I wanna do

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    When my shit drop I get all the love
    But fuck y'all
    When my shit come out it beat up in all the clubs
    So fuck y'all
    If you ever thought that you was going hard as us
    Fuck y'all , fuck y'all , fuck y'all
    And still fuck the police too
    Fuck the police too

    Fuck 'em , we dodge 'em then we duck 'em
    Put your head out they gon' cuff 'em
    Guns drawn they gonna buck 'em
    No discussion they kick the door and they rush in
    They heat this cock and they bust in
    You feed 'em really gets nothing dog
    These niggas awfully and lawful
    They breaking inside your quarry
    That just means they probably gon' rob you

    They actin' holy in public before I compare the impostor
    Abusing the constitution and quit decoding the gospel
    The laws supposed to be talking about bitches and weed
    Money and bling those sort of things you know
    It seems to be what's in but when have you ever know enough
    To do what seems to be the trend
    I keep bitching at the pen
    Won't sell my soul to the media for spins
    In this cheesy fucking biz I'm out

    When my shit drop I get all the love
    But fuck y'all
    When my shit come out it beat up in all the clubs
    So fuck y'all
    If you ever thought that you was going hard as us
    Fuck y'all , fuck y'all , fuck y'all
    And still fuck the police too
    Fuck the police too

    You know that this is just to give the nigga we was born a boss
    Fuck 'em , you getting on that weed was on y'all
    It's hard to get along in this motherfucking dead zone
    Picturefram instagram camera phone
    Sarah Palin bitch white politic
    Diplomatic immunity on a dick

    Corporate in a shit in a shit innocence
    Opposite and I get it all of it
    Getting all of it, all about my bisness
    I'm tacking shiteous new bugatti's hideous
    Young and the intelligent the motherfucking idiots
    Living in experience y'all be on some full of shit

    When my shit drop I get all the love
    But fuck y'all
    When my shit come out it beat up in all the clubs
    So fuck y'all
    If you ever thought that you was going hard as us
    Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all
    And still fuck the police too
    Fuck the police too

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