Doley Bernays - Feelin' Like Pac lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a motherf**ing outlaw They got me feeling like Pac I was shooting sh** before I got shot So I charge into the block you know If you was talking to the cops Uptown we call them plates They don't make it to the box I'm a mobster boy Bringing patient that them doctors enjoy The whole block will know who shot your boy But enough about them chopper toys I got a flow they can't stop your boy I got the block employed I got to eat Know it's k** or be k**ed I'm from the street To be brief, put that gun in your grill n***a it's beef I'm a beast I ain't conscious rap That's Euro League That's my brother, different mothers Loyalty run deep You ain't sh** that's my real life game My drums speak And I smoke good weed all day, my lungs weak I just started on this rap sh** n***as ya'll done peaked Trying to shine bright as day But y'all n***as is too bleak I mean What's the use of all the talk And the accolades When I'm still in the hood getting money Look I ain't half as paid as all the rap n***as f** these rap n***as I'm still in the hood everyday, I trap n***a I know it traps n***as, but I got to stack figures Hunger attacks n***as When you Bugatti dreaming in Hondas and act vigors This ain't an act n***a I just seen my man, and I heard he got clapped n***a My young one on trail for a murder and he ain't doing sh** Get a paid lawyer and pray to God that they prove this sh** n***as with the fam until them n***as got on they route and sh** Really in the streets, but I'm trying to get on this music sh** 16 bars can't protect a n***a from uzi clips Hooks and them verse might save my a** from a 2 to 6 16 bars can't protect a n***a from uzi clips Hooks and them verses might save my a** from a 2 to 6 [Hook] (x2) I got some n***as that down for forever In the streets they was down for whatever Up here they screaming shoot and get shot I'm an outlaw feeling like Pac [Verse 2] Im feeling like Pac Them n***as couldn't k** me with four shots Now my goal, is get all the gold at Fort Knox n***as know No flowers, three hots and two cots Cells over coffins, free all of my dude's bod Dark side, them politics held in lobbies Counterfeit schemes to car theives Homicides down to robberies Older n***as like Ish That rolled with everybody Older n***as got locked That n***a told on everybody I mean Ain't sh** sweet? Twelves jurors that's six deep But no witness protection my n***a that's just weak Coming home off a bullet my n***a that's just weeks Young boy facing actual life that's just beast When the feds get you 400 months that's new cleats Football numbers in games we too deep It could be in New New York, but it's never in new streets It's the same old gang my n***a just new beef Haven't mentioned Audi P How thoughtless of me My music keep they names alive like they was walking the streets So all my n***as sailing high But they boarded for cheap My lifestyle is in my lingo Drug wars in my speech This that real life Real lifer Make a mill off a rap To a pill, light fuzz And I always talk real when I k** ciphers If your man gets locked, don't forget what a kite does He'll get lost in that time and forget what his life was I ain't changed it's the same old thing with a nice buzz So for all my n***as locked And all my n***as missing I told them I'm on a mission This younger n***a gon' get it Just in case