New Opps

Yeah Fuck how you feelin', I'm feelin' great Only pray for the real, hope they kill the fake How he come from the bottom and wheel his weight I just walked through the back and I'm feelin' safe Gotta smoke 'cause these women be stressin' me All the talkin' ain't never offendin' me Makin' hunnids roll up like the pedigree They be wishin' it was 'em instead of me Fuck you want me to do? Bitch, I work for it To be gifted, you live with a curse for it Problems I can't got to church for So I don't got time for no hurt, ho But I carry the team, I got backpacks City boys, you wan' fuck up the accent Makin' candy, put sweet in my black paint And this EV it don't got no gas tank Too many shooters Racks in the shoe box Gotta make two stops I got some new opps Out in the nighttime I want the blue dot Out on the Westside Feel like the new Pac Fucked the bitch, got the burner on me Think I see the police in my backyard Muhfuckers, be lurkin' on me Brand new spot on these niggas when the cash grow Brand new spot and I stepped on the gas, ho Twenty O for the merch in a good week It gon' fuck with your head but we don't speak