Oppa - Extended

Yeah, aye
Oh god you really had us
Thought i was a joke
I could've been absorbed by that mattress
Twenty three years later i'm breaking all the bitches backs in
Followed my father's footsteps even through the madness
No kids going from job to job
I'm done stressing whatever happens happen

Happen to be that nigga all on your block
Happen to be just serving music like wok
The way i be cooking you thought it was rock
Onyxly just call me brock 
Ash the joint my eyes misty from shock
Shit threw me how my nephew was caught
Niggas learn more from mistakes than they was taught
That's the hard knocks

I don't need a minute
I just need a second
I don't need these hands
I just need a weapon
Miami clutching k's before they get to decking
I'm just like deku
I might be the vessel
I'm the morning star but i ain't the devil
Lucy taught me it's levels to be a rebel
Be careful
Don't mettle
Don't settle
For cash, bitches
I'm too wavy
This shit just too easy
We'll really beat a bitch
Like fenty or breezy
That's the highlight
If she not nefertiti
I don't love her
I just bust her
I just keep it briefly
Oh shit

Don't stop bitch
Until you pop shit
I'm with the nonsense
Don't stop bitch
Till you pop shit
I'm with the nonsense
Don't stop bitch
Till you pop shit
I'm with the nonsense
Don't stop bitch
Till you pop shit
I'm with the nonsense

Know some niggas out there out there on the east side
Two tone two phones you know how we ride
I'm too toxic i just pop shit when i feel like
Double cupping bubba tea to make me feel right
Clear sight

Ouu (ah yeah yeah yeah)
Ouu (ah yeah yeah yeah)

Please don't get close to me
I can't tell who's for me
Haters move like hoes to me
Close that door you can't leave
Remember time shit was stole for me
Now i finesse appropriately
Most niggas just jokes to me
Done praying, grab ya rosary

It's so sad to see you rappers die
Overdosing on synthetic lies
You say you do this shit, but you lack pride
You say you want the shift, but you lack drive

Look i'm back bitch
Straight from the ashes
The nina bigger in person that bitch a catfish
Where i'm from they crack shit
You'll get packed quick
See i'm cut from a different cloth
You can check the fabric
Oh yeah get to it
Oh yeah let's do it
Sorry for the wait
Had to take ceilings off
During the drought on some tune shit
I don't really gotta prove shit
I don't really like excuses
Niggas be actors
So i studied denzel
Not training day but frank lucas, y'all foolish
Never drop the ball
Can't throw stevies
Or be blinded easy like ray charles
I'm ten toes down, twenty four seven
I don't need no days off
Before quarantine they had masks on like bane
Hit a appa on they head marks still looking like aang



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Writer(s): Brandon Hill
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