歌手:DJ Khaled
专辑:《Suffering From Success (Deluxe Edition)》

作词 : Williams, Robert Rihmeek
作曲 : Williams, Robert Rihmeek
I've been waiting for a long time (how long)

Real damn long time (how long)
I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel)
Man
I feel like Pac I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating ****** waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac Biggie Pac Biggie
Sucka walk up on me talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
Down south ***** talking jam pony
Rest in Peace to Uncle
Al he showed me my first Rollie

******* want to know me haters want to show me
But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty tickets
Cop just pulled me over
Caught up in this thing
Take my case to trial my juror Paula Deen
I know they hate a *****
But he's such a major *****
Tell the clip the 40 when C I A with us
305 them killas Ricky Ross the richest
Bel- Air on my table I talk it then I live it
I feel like Pac I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating ****** waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep I'm losing my mind

You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac Biggie Pac Biggie

All of you starve and I eat fast
Moussain when I creep past
Blacked out I max out with
The same same watch on me chain
We killing ****** no repass my momma got like 3 Jags
You talkin' bout how you ball *****
We really gettin' that street cash
Say old money new work
Smell the caine on my new shirt
My old g said strap up
And don't lay your head where you do dirt
And my momma said do school work
I was making that tool work
And ****** wanted me dead
With a whole lot on my head
Man they hit Big in the passenger
Hit Pac in the passenger
So I'm riding round with this Mac on me
And a bunch of shooters in back of us
Roll up and you a dead man
Head shot when we clapped ya
We sellin ****** to the murk em man
And I ain't talkin' bout Erica
I feel like Pac I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating ****** waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac Biggie Pac Biggie

Feel like it's me against the world
Bury me a g
My middle finger to the world
I'm gon' forever be a g
***** ***** want a witness stay armed no Biggie
When we get busy no alarms just semis
We pour out a lil liquor
Throw it like straight ballers
We cradle to the grave ride when my homie call
Give a damn if you me West P
When somebody gotta die
We gon' march to the steps
They said Brenda had a baby
But she left it in the alley
One shot that playa hater
Now we going back to Cali
Hit the time ***** I got a story to tell
My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die
And when we ride on no more
Paint we go hard as ****
Why you complaining
And you wonder why we call you *****
It's an every day struggle ***** me and my *****
It's unbelievable suicide I thought you would get
Said **** me warning and the gun don't blast
Give me the loot sorry ***** one more chance
You know this **** don't stop
Keep these sucker under pressure
Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at I ain't mad at ya
Ya ***** can't see me
A paid thug *****
That's why shawty wanna be me
See a kid around around
In your town kick in your door
I feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough
More than you know
I feel like Pac I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating ****** waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac Biggie Pac Biggie

Ey yo how you gon' compare yourself to greatness
If you ain't ready to be great man
Ain't no more to it