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Everybody talking ‘bout opps, okay, my opps are the cops Okay, my opps are the thots that don't know me Tryna throw me that box for popular props Okay, hate it when a dying piece zoom in on my timepiece Like it's a binocular watch If baby can't answer the questions I ask her, then I'm an anti-vaxxer I'm blocking the shots, okay, you feelin' that? Back with the venom rap, the gun I'm concealin' that Drop top Pontiac, you know where the ceiling at The game is a necrophiliac and a sacrophiliac ‘Cause they f*cked me and left me for dead But I'm really back, gettin' rid of thе silly rap Crook an anesthetic, I'm cinematic I hit thе pen and pad with the illest Iliad I'm hitting homies like I'm up to bat with a Philly's hat, 9 milli strap I'mma peel a cap where all you Milli Vanilli's at I'mma run the city until the day my Achilles snap This is piggyback, I'm carrying instrumentals And burying instrumentals when me and the beat interact Woah, get a piece of this ether Depopulation, the shit is getting deeper I pay Microsoft for a brand-new Xbox Even though I know Bill Gates the Grim Reaper Everybody talking ‘bout opps, okay, my opps are the cops Okay, my opps are the thots that don't know me Tryna throw me that box for popular props Okay, hate it when a dying piece zoom in on my timepiece Like it's a binocular watch If baby can't answer the questions I ask her, then I'm an anti-vaxxer I'm blocking the shots, okay, you feelin' that? Back and I'm killin' shit, that's the realer shit On my Mac Miller shit, at the dealership Nikes on my feet, but I'mma grab the illest whip Illegal guns, but the tags legitimate Squad actin' ignorant, stop actin' innocent Pop, that's the end of it, shots blast your tenements Combat with militants, broadcast the vigilance Mob hat and Pendletons, COB, that's the syndicate I was never just a nigga on the block My mom was at work, I was really on the clock A penny for my thoughts, hit the lick ice cold But it went down smooth like Henny on the rocks Long Beach lookin' pretty on the yachts My city's on the docks, I really spent 50 on a watch I never had pity on the cops Until my last day like Biggie told The LOX I came in this game in a chinchilla With Ashanti, worth about six figures When you're young, six figures is a rich nigga Slaughterhouse made my COB clique bigger On TV spittin' with Eminem and Big Tigger That's a whole lotta stars like the Big Dipper That's a whole lotta bars you get disfigured I'll punish you, son, like you Chris Rivers Game, why am I so heartless? ‘Cause the whole f*ckin' industry is artless If you don't even know what the art is How the f*ck are you an artist? Everybody talking ‘bout opps, okay, my opps are the cops Okay, my opps are the thots that don't know me Tryna throw me that box for popular props Okay, hate it when a dying piece zoom in on my timepiece Like it's a binocular watch If baby can't answer the questions I ask her, then I'm an anti-vaxxer I'm blocking the shots, okay, you feelin' that?
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