A Lot lyrics

[Intro]
Try ya luck
She might be fine as f*ck, but she probably-
Real talk
High as f*ck, don't even know what it's-
Young 79, hihsheen, n*gga, you know what's going on
Real talk

[Verse 1]
Try ya luck
She might be fine as f*ck, but she probably line you up (Tuff)
High as f*ck, don't even know what it's called, but it got me tired and stuck (Yeah, yeah)
'Bout a buck
I wear Amiri and Butta's and no, I ain't tying 'em up (Yeah)
Grind it up
That sh*t was harder than ever, I'm telling you, times was tough (Let's go)
Die or cuffs
A lot of sh*t come with the streets, I still was like, "Sign me up"
Finally up
These b*tches gon' drop to they knees, they all be dying to f*ck
Lying for what?
These b*tchеs throw dirt on your name when you don't be buying 'еm much
Fire it up
I stop responding when she told me it was her time of the month (Real talk)
She kinda skinny, I think I should buy her a butt
I'm smoking, I'm wired, I'm up (Let's go)
They might be fly, but n*ggas ain't flyer than us, you b*tches is liars and sl*ts (Yeah)
I told my mom I took acid and she like, "Shakur, why you keep on trying that stuff?" (Yeah)
Walked in the mall wit' my plastic, I can't stop swiping, I can't stop buying this stuff (Yeah, youngin)
Buying a Benz or buying a truck
Tying loose ends, it is what it was
Lost a few friends and they was like blood (Ah)
I don't depend, this sh*t from the mud
I gotta win, this sh*t for my cuz
Nice wit' the pen, and got me a buzz (Real talk)
Food stamp pin to get me a grub
Now I eat steak and I need it well done
[Chorus]
Real talk (Real talk)
I'm making my way to the top (Yeah)
I told you it came with a lot
My options, I'm weighing 'em out
I got to the door, it was locked
I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came)
I f*cked but ain't pay for the box
On TV, I came from the block
I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came)
Them CDs, was passing 'em out (Yeah)
On my own, I was trapping it out
I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came)
I told
I told you it came with a lot (Real talk)
Start making my way to the top (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I been told you n*ggas that I was on top of my game
No luggage, I hopped on the plane
I let n*ggas tell it 'cause I ain't got time to explain, I been through the sunshine and rain
I just wan' to hang, and I couldn't even do that (Real talk, keep it going)
Watch all ya friends 'cause they be the ones, the ones, that's turning they back (I mean that)
I don't depend, I get off my ass and get it, I know how to trap (Yeah)
Spitting, I know how to rap (I'm in)
If I'm giving, I don't want it back (Okay)
Gotta listen way more than you chat (Let's go)
Pedal it's to the floor, in the 'Cat (Yeah)
n*ggas be in a war with no strap (Real talk)
I don't fight over whores, give 'em back (Ah)
Tryna put the whole 4 on the map (Yeah)
Smoking, while I'm recording this track
Got a hundred, need more than that (Okay)
I'ma try to enjoy these racks (I hear you), I'ma try to avoid the crabs (Yeah, yeah)
I just want all my boys wit' bags
You ain't making no noise, you trash
I be thanking the lord I'm gassed
I be thanking the lord I'm blessed (Real talk)
I ain't paying these whores for sex
Gotta work, can't afford to rest
n*ggas hot, but Kur the best (Yeah, youngin)
I was popped, was more than stressed
Woke me up, she want morning sex (Ah)
It's mimosas and K57s (Real talk)
I'm still coping that Reem up in heaven (Damn)
[Chorus]
Real talk (Real talk)
I'm making my way to the top (Yeah)
I told you it came with a lot
My options, I'm weighing 'em out
I got to the door, it was locked
I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came)
I f*cked but ain't pay for the box
On TV, I came from the block
I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came)
Them CDs, was passing 'em out (Yeah)
On my own, I was trapping it out
I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came)
I told
I told you it came with a lot (Real talk)
Start making my way to the top (Yeah)