Opps
How many opps i got
I got a lot
An opp stands for any lame or bumba clot
Who stands in the way
Here I come ready or not
A thumb in the right spot
Shorty ready to pop
No more ready to drop
Stay tuned I'm on they tops
Fish out of water
They swear I'm gonna flop
NY made by God I'll never fade
Unless i'm the post
Therefore I'm getting paid
That's word to Alaska
Flow is getting cold
Like avalanches by God I'm on a roll
Anyone in my way is getting paved ah
Used to get played ah
Now I'm getting plays ah
Dreamt of the moment
Ever since I was yay high
Hand to my head not my waist
Just in case
You imagined
A toddler rapping in this fashion
Late to the party but fuck it
I ain't asking
Wait too long OD like eight aspirin
If you hate dream
At least you got passion
Now that take that shit
And erase that shit
Yeah
Braise
Stick a fork
And then plate that shit
Cuz to you taking L's
Is to take that risk
Prolly never set a foot outta state
Ass bitch
Prolly fuck a cousin to relate
Ass bitch
Real money don't mean
You not a fake ass bitch
Ironically enough
I been working on my cussin
And it's working
Music bussin
And the rappers using fillers
Over here we call em quitters
I deliver
They my children
Should prolly be a sitter
But it's too much to consider
How many opps I got
I got a lot
An opp stands for any lame
Or bumba clot
Who stands in the way
Here I come ready or not
Dream killers got the green light
So I never stop
I spit shit
Like I got a mouth full of pop rocks
Watch out
I black out
Its Blackau
Its bullets
You'll block how
You're boxed in
Your blocks down
When I'm round
You hear sounds
Like boop bow
Here comes ya blue pals
I knew then
They know now
I can be a king of this shit right here
My own limitations ain't the shit i fear
It's losing anyone who I've held quite dear
Cuz once i get it cooking
Ain't no stopping
Like a windmill
Obi Toppin
D her down real dirty
After that she got to moppin
Squeezing slopping
Wait shhh
Who's that knocking
Me with another single
Now i'm guessing there's a problem
I left I know
But I'm here to make it right
In spite
Of the doubts and fears
I'lll be here
Forever
The euphoria
Of making something glorious
Digestible and palpable to fit
With what his story is
Is something for historians
All on wax
No one needs a mandalorian
This ain't where the story ends
But for now
I'm out
Feet kicked up on Victorian
I got a lot
An opp stands for any lame or bumba clot
Who stands in the way
Here I come ready or not
A thumb in the right spot
Shorty ready to pop
No more ready to drop
Stay tuned I'm on they tops
Fish out of water
They swear I'm gonna flop
NY made by God I'll never fade
Unless i'm the post
Therefore I'm getting paid
That's word to Alaska
Flow is getting cold
Like avalanches by God I'm on a roll
Anyone in my way is getting paved ah
Used to get played ah
Now I'm getting plays ah
Dreamt of the moment
Ever since I was yay high
Hand to my head not my waist
Just in case
You imagined
A toddler rapping in this fashion
Late to the party but fuck it
I ain't asking
Wait too long OD like eight aspirin
If you hate dream
At least you got passion
Now that take that shit
And erase that shit
Yeah
Braise
Stick a fork
And then plate that shit
Cuz to you taking L's
Is to take that risk
Prolly never set a foot outta state
Ass bitch
Prolly fuck a cousin to relate
Ass bitch
Real money don't mean
You not a fake ass bitch
Ironically enough
I been working on my cussin
And it's working
Music bussin
And the rappers using fillers
Over here we call em quitters
I deliver
They my children
Should prolly be a sitter
But it's too much to consider
How many opps I got
I got a lot
An opp stands for any lame
Or bumba clot
Who stands in the way
Here I come ready or not
Dream killers got the green light
So I never stop
I spit shit
Like I got a mouth full of pop rocks
Watch out
I black out
Its Blackau
Its bullets
You'll block how
You're boxed in
Your blocks down
When I'm round
You hear sounds
Like boop bow
Here comes ya blue pals
I knew then
They know now
I can be a king of this shit right here
My own limitations ain't the shit i fear
It's losing anyone who I've held quite dear
Cuz once i get it cooking
Ain't no stopping
Like a windmill
Obi Toppin
D her down real dirty
After that she got to moppin
Squeezing slopping
Wait shhh
Who's that knocking
Me with another single
Now i'm guessing there's a problem
I left I know
But I'm here to make it right
In spite
Of the doubts and fears
I'lll be here
Forever
The euphoria
Of making something glorious
Digestible and palpable to fit
With what his story is
Is something for historians
All on wax
No one needs a mandalorian
This ain't where the story ends
But for now
I'm out
Feet kicked up on Victorian
Credits
Writer(s): Laurence Ekperigin
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