Correction Lyrics Dead Opps by Capolow

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(ApolloJetson)
Ayy, ayy
On everything, you pray the opps die?
(Who made the beat?)
All the opps dead (Apollo, ho)

I wonder how I'm still alive sometimes
That's why I still get high sometimes
I pray all the opps die sometimes
I still pick up the nine sometimes
I pray all my n***as free from hard times
I pray all my n***as off the yard line
I pray, oh, yeah, I pray
I pray all the opps die, all the opps die

He hopped out, opp laid, opp dead
I pray the opps die, heard what I said (Ayy, ayy)
I grab that chop, kill a n***a for my meds
Kill a opp sober, kill an opp off the meds
I still pick up my nine sometimes
I pray all the opps die sometimes
That's why I still get high sometimes (Ayy, ayy)
I wonder how I'm still alive sometimes (Ayy, ayy)
Give a f**k about that n***a, he ain't one of mines
Give a f**k about that b*t*h, she ain't pay, she ain't mines
Long as I'm gon' ride to my word, we gon' be fine
As long as I got nine, take my word, we gon' be fine
I pray all my n***as free from hard times
I pray all my n***as off the yard line (Ayy, ayy)
I pray, oh, yeah, I pray
I pray all the opps die, all the opps die (Ayy, ayy)
I wonder how I'm still alive sometimes
That's why I still get high sometimes
I pray all the opps die sometimes
I still pick up the nine sometimes
I pray all my n***as free from hard times
I pray all my n***as off the yard line (Ayy, ayy)
I pray, oh, yeah, I pray
I pray all the opps die, all the opps die

I be prayin' that the opps die (Facts)
Leave a n***a lookin' like his dog died (B*t*h-a** n***a)
F**k around with me and get hog-tied
Pull up in a Benz with the frog eyes
Free the whole gang, I got mob ties (Free the gang)
Private location with some mob guys (Free the gang)
I'm lookin' at your ho, tell your b*t*h bye
Throw her to the team, it's a fish fry (That part)
Cook a player hater like a french fry
Your ho fell in love with a rich guy (Yeah)
I think she fell in love with how my wrist shine
I'm huggin' four lanes, you can't get by
They gave my n***a eighty on the state yard
He told me he'd rather be up in the graveyard
Them other n***as ain't tough, they just play hard (Clowns)
B*t*h, I'm good everywhere 'cause my face card (What else?)
I wonder how I'm still alive sometimes
That's why I still get high sometimes
I pray all the opps die sometimes
I still pick up the nine sometimes
I pray all my n***as free from hard times
I pray all my n***as off the yard line (Ayy, ayy)
I pray, oh, yeah, I pray
I pray all the opps die, all the opps die

(ApolloJetson)

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