Making Up Opps

Heard it in a song
Now everybody and they mama wanna rap like that
Turn da cameras off
Them niggas don't even really act like that
They be makin up opps
Then go to da stu, write a song bout that
Niggas really dying where I come from
But ya'll niggas wouldn't know bout that

Heard it in a song
Now everybody and they mama wanna rap like that
Turn da cameras off
Them niggas don't even really act like that
They be makin up opps
Then go to da stu, write a song bout that
Niggas really dying where I come from
But ya'll niggas wouldn't know bout that

Flippin dem bricks, smokin on opps
Hittin dem licks, post on da block
He made a diss, folks nem got shot
Posted a clip for foe nem to watch
He ain't no bitch, he go get the strap
Hop in da car, da chrome in his lap
This for his name, it's deeper than rap
Call up his homie and see where he at
I'm pulling up, let's get on they ass
They blew down my homie, they don't get no pass
I want em to see me, I don't need no mask
Just pull on da block and up pole on they ass
The block lookin empty but fuck it, keep spinnin
I'ma hit him and every nigga wit him
Fuck his kids too, we canceling Christmas
Even if he wit his bitch she can get it
They started this shit, and now we gon end it
Kill every witness, no time for a sentence
Demon time, nigga fuck a repentance
Gotta score or it'll fuck up my image
Gotta score or it'll fuck up my image
Game time, we ain't talkin no scrimmage
Show dem fuck niggas I'm really wit it
I'll ride for my niggas, I'll die for my niggas

Heard it in a song
Now everybody and they mama wanna rap like that
Turn da cameras off
Them niggas don't even really act like that
They be makin up opps
Then go to da stu, write a song bout that
Niggas really dying where I come from
But ya'll niggas wouldn't know bout that

Heard it in a song
Now everybody and they mama wanna rap like that
Turn da cameras off
Them niggas don't even really act like that
They be makin up opps
Then go to da stu, write a song bout that
Niggas really dying where I come from
But ya'll niggas wouldn't know bout that

Spinnin all night now da tank on E
Pack of Backwoods, put a dub on three
Rollin off a bean, he ain't had no sleep
Is he tweakin, can't believe what he see
Three lil niggas pulling up in da whip
Knew it was da opps, heard the hook to da diss
Got a clear shot but he bet not miss
Heard two shots, then he heard six
Reached for it but he left his homie wit the blick
All he thinking, did my dawg get hit
Rubber burning, now its foggy as shit
Homie slumped, got hit all in his shit
Picked up the pole, he returning dat fire
All da neighbors heard was gunshots and tires
Woke up the block wit all of dat firing
Then he seen lights, then he heard sirens
Caught him in action, he almost hit one of em
Perfect opportunity to pull gun on him
First he heard freeze, then he put one in him
Straight thru da back, it came out the front on him
All of you rappers let this be a lesson
Don't die for a fake reputation of steppin
Yo music the only thing dat the hood left wit
At least when you die they gon call you a legend

Heard it in a song
Now everybody and they mama wanna rap like that
Turn da cameras off
Them niggas don't even really act like that
They be makin up opps
Then go to da stu, write a song bout that
Niggas really dying where I come from
But ya'll niggas wouldn't know bout that

Heard it in a song
Now everybody and they mama wanna rap like that
Turn da cameras off
Them niggas don't even really act like that
They be makin up opps
Then go to da stu, write a song bout that
Niggas really dying where I come from
But ya'll niggas wouldn't know bout that