Testo 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 [?]
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' [?] roll up like the pedigree
They be wishin' it was 'em instead of me
Fuck you want me to do? Bitch, I work 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 pain
And this [?] 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