Opus

Yeah, yeah
I got the
I got the drip, I got the
I got the drip
I got the drip drip drip
Uh huh

I got the drip, bitches waterproof
I got the sauce, I'm the boss of this chakra root
Oops I meant the root chakra, who's got the juice
Pop a tab, rock the past away
I'm a castaway in the booth proper
Show stopper, the Glock cocker, pop pop pop you
Dome rocker if I gotta, yeah that's that
Dope copper, the rope tied up on that beam
Choke collar, the dope shot in your bloodstream

Swag down to the trap home
No backbone, you ain't got it
I'm back now, never backed down
Come on back round, you ain't bout it
Fat mouth, what the fuck is that sound
Money money money money
Figure it out, get out of town if you need to
Living with doubt is a proud way to be swooned
By the evil, street sweep the people
Defeat the steeple, repeat the sequel

Heavenly, I'm in the belly the beast
One thing we'll never achieve is true peace
Step to me, you gon' receive that two piece
No chicken, no biscuit, done broke off this leash
Can you feel my heart reverberate, the ache is loud
Can you feel my soul exasperate my demons now
Fallen once again, I'm on my knees, I face the ground
I pray for understanding, in return don't hear no sound

Keep two blickis, call that double penetration
I don't really give a mother fuck about your situation
I don't talk, I'll walk you down, ain't got no time for confrontation
I'm just trying to get my life together, summon convocation wit my boys
You know it's serious when we walk up in the building
People suck and always ducking when we outchea in the field
You can find us in the 828, I hate to break it to ya
You don't really understand the pain from where we came, do ya

Aye uh
Muhh' fucka, do ya
Aye aye, muhh' fucka, do ya
You don't understand, you don't understand
You don't understand, understand, do ya
Aye, aye bitch