Correction Lyrics New Opps by Eli Sostre

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Yeah

f*ck how you feelin', I'm feelin' great
Only pray for the real, hope they kill the fake
How he come from the bottom and willed his way
I just walked through the back and I'm feelin' safe
Gotta smoke 'cause these women be stressin' me
All the talkin' ain't never affectin' me
Makin' [?] roll up like the pedigree
They be wishin' it was 'em instead of me
f*ck you want me to do? Bitch, I work for it
To be gifted, you live with a curse for it
Problems I can't got to church for
So I don't got time for no hurt, ho
But I carry the team, I got back pain
City boys, she wan' f*ck up the accent
Makin' candy, put sweet in my black paint

And this EV it don't got no gas tank

Too many shooters
Racks in the shoe box
Gotta make two stops
I got some new opps
Out in the nighttime
I want the blue dot
Out on the Westside
Feel like the new Pac

f*cked the bitch, got the burner on me
Think I see the police in my backyard
Muhf*ckers, be lurkin' on me
Brand new spot only leave when the cash grow
Brand new Spider, I step on the gas, ho
Twenty off of the merch in a good week
It gon' f*ck with your head but we don't speak

[Instrumental Bridge]

*Echo sounds*

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