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