I LUV ALL THE OPPS
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Mm, mm, mm, look
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this fortune (No way)
That's why on all my songs, they get all the props (Look)
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Quit school, went into the draft (Look)
I been puttin' numbers up since that
Been pullin' up in Hummers since that
Check my interior, so clean, so mean, so what? So serious
AB do it all, man, I touch all areas
CEO of Kai Records, I'm the best at this and I ain't trippin'
I leave the game on both feet, man, I'm dippin' (Look)
I don't got time to be
Unity with my opps, unity with my opps
Opportunities for the block (Opportunities for the block)
I put it up in the archives
I put it down just like I invented it
I'm in the center, just like one period (Look)
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this fortune (No way)
That's why on all my songs, they get all the props (Look)
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps (Look)
Thank you for this life, thank you for this pain (Thank you)
Hatin' on the 'Gram, thank you for this fame (No way)
That shit happen every day, I hope it never change
I ain't trippin', man, pain hard to tame
Catch you a bleach head fiend and still
Turn demon, he ain't original, do it
I'd rather run a day if I could have my way
Just had to say it, ain't call of duty
Assassinate and ain't catchin' no case
You called about it, but who threw it?
Ball or fall, but hit it on the court, you
Don't make it in sports, take a chance on music
Problem stuff, ain't like the grandma
Drugs, so it ain't fun and I use it
Love all the love, treat my fans like my
Friends, you better not call 'em no groupies
I shoot shit like Cupid, I love all my opps, nigga, we married
I take 'em on dates, but you play
You lay right that way, make your bed
It's just us all, eighty-four, cut off spread, the AB like Lil Tim
You gon' get killed just bein' on average
You shoot on visions, it's still gon' land
I keep a knee, but I might not need
My keeper, I treat it like my dreads
Better watch your step 'cause bitch, I do
What's what, it's not grease on your head
Make 'em a cake like it's their birthday
Nigga, throw a party like your grand
You could be a brave nigga and a great nigga
It's all the same, you gotta be scared
I need all my steppers, I treat all 'em special and the neck
Wish we would last forever, by the time I
Brought your flowers, I was already dead, yeah
Thanks for all the hate, thanks for all the fake shit
I forgot to tell you, I'm the fresh, I'm at my best
Hold on, one more thing, let me say this
Fuck you, fuck you too, fuck you three and six
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps
Thank you for this life, thank you for this fortune (No way)
That's why on all my songs, they get all the props (Look)
'Cause I love all the opps, I love all the opps (Look)
Thank you for this life, thank you for this pain (Thank you)
Hatin' on the 'Gram, thank you for this fame (No way)
That shit happen every day, I hope it never change
I ain't trippin', man, pain hard to tame
NFL, niggas for life, they hope we get loyalty
Never follow lanes, NFL, Sniper Gang, huh?
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