OkYouFeelinDat?

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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 fucked 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 fuckin' industry is artless
 If you don't even know what the art is
 How the fuck 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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Duration
02:38
Key
5
Tempo
125 BPM

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