"Me vs My Opps" lyrics
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They know how I'm comin', I been the hardest in this shit ([?])
You know, only time will tell
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
And I be givin' 'em life stories like this shit ain't nothin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, yeah
I was too young just to listen, that's why they ain't get it (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
Now I'm stuck in positions where my opps gotta feel it (Gotta feel it)
Free all of my opps, I don't want 'em doin' sentence (Sentence)
Rather have my youngins spinnin' and they all make a killin' (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Got plenty of jeans, I ain't get the Mike Amiri's yet (Yeah, yeah)
Add to my collection, I'ma get the Mike Amiri's next (Yeah, yeah)
Jackin' only 4's, you can't roll if you ain't with the set (Set)
Talkin' like he tough, I ain't thuggin' through the internet (Ooh)
You know I'ma keep it in the streets 'cause I was born a G (Born a G)
Heard that I'm his enemy 'cause that nigga bitchin' to me
Rockin' on cologne, I'm walkin' past, they inhalin' me (Smellin' good)
Separated myself, no wonder I'm not a felony (Yeah)
These diamonds in my ear, we'll never hear the same (No we won't)
They took them slave chains, turned them into cuban links (Cuban links)
Maneuvered through my city, on my body ain't no aims (Ain't no aims)
Don't got no ex, I can't label you as anything (No, no, no, no, no)
Went from the hood straight to Cali, tell my opps, "Get at me" (Come get at me)
I'm a rapper now, gotta work on my vocabulary
And I ain't snailin' 'bout that money, I be in a hurry (Go)
And I'm a spring boy like my first name was Jerry (Ooh-ooh)
Wonder who gon' stop up, only us got us
If we'd be compared I think it'd be the shottas
Call me Mike Tyson, we be tweakin' with them knockers (Bah-bah)
Did it on my own, I ain't waitin' on, I got you (Ooh-ooh)
These bitches, they enemies, feelin' my energy
When the beat lay in this hoe she said, "You mentally killin' me"
Told her, "This what' gon' happen when you wanna fuck with a G"
Better be appreciative, could've left you right in the streets (Ooh-ooh)
Am I wrong?
Melodies in it, they gon' sing along (Sing along)
Like I'm Cole Bennet, shootin' what we on (What we on)
Lumber, he be Crippin', like to see the blood drawn, like to see the blood drawn
I was too young just to listen, that's why they ain't get it
Now I'm stuck in positions where my opps gotta feel it (Gotta feel it)
Free all of my opps, I don't want 'em doin' sentence
Rather have my youngins spinnin' and they all make a killin'
Got plenty of jeans, I ain't get the Mike Amiri's yet (Yeah, yeah)
Add to my collection, I'ma get the Mike Amiri's next (Yeah, yeah)
Jackin' only 4's, you can't roll if you ain't with the set (Set)
Talkin' like he tough, I ain't thuggin' through the internet (Through the internet, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Talkin' like he tough, I ain't thuggin' through the internet (Bah-bah-bah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They know how I'm comin', I been the hardest in this shit ([?])
You know, only time will tell
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
And I be givin' 'em life stories like this shit ain't nothin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, yeah
I was too young just to listen, that's why they ain't get it (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
Now I'm stuck in positions where my opps gotta feel it (Gotta feel it)
Free all of my opps, I don't want 'em doin' sentence (Sentence)
Rather have my youngins spinnin' and they all make a killin' (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Got plenty of jeans, I ain't get the Mike Amiri's yet (Yeah, yeah)
Add to my collection, I'ma get the Mike Amiri's next (Yeah, yeah)
Jackin' only 4's, you can't roll if you ain't with the set (Set)
Talkin' like he tough, I ain't thuggin' through the internet (Ooh)
You know I'ma keep it in the streets 'cause I was born a G (Born a G)
Heard that I'm his enemy 'cause that nigga bitchin' to me
Rockin' on cologne, I'm walkin' past, they inhalin' me (Smellin' good)
Separated myself, no wonder I'm not a felony (Yeah)
These diamonds in my ear, we'll never hear the same (No we won't)
They took them slave chains, turned them into cuban links (Cuban links)
Maneuvered through my city, on my body ain't no aims (Ain't no aims)
Don't got no ex, I can't label you as anything (No, no, no, no, no)
Went from the hood straight to Cali, tell my opps, "Get at me" (Come get at me)
I'm a rapper now, gotta work on my vocabulary
And I ain't snailin' 'bout that money, I be in a hurry (Go)
And I'm a spring boy like my first name was Jerry (Ooh-ooh)
Wonder who gon' stop up, only us got us
If we'd be compared I think it'd be the shottas
Call me Mike Tyson, we be tweakin' with them knockers (Bah-bah)
Did it on my own, I ain't waitin' on, I got you (Ooh-ooh)
These bitches, they enemies, feelin' my energy
When the beat lay in this hoe she said, "You mentally killin' me"
Told her, "This what' gon' happen when you wanna fuck with a G"
Better be appreciative, could've left you right in the streets (Ooh-ooh)
Am I wrong?
Melodies in it, they gon' sing along (Sing along)
Like I'm Cole Bennet, shootin' what we on (What we on)
Lumber, he be Crippin', like to see the blood drawn, like to see the blood drawn
I was too young just to listen, that's why they ain't get it
Now I'm stuck in positions where my opps gotta feel it (Gotta feel it)
Free all of my opps, I don't want 'em doin' sentence
Rather have my youngins spinnin' and they all make a killin'
Got plenty of jeans, I ain't get the Mike Amiri's yet (Yeah, yeah)
Add to my collection, I'ma get the Mike Amiri's next (Yeah, yeah)
Jackin' only 4's, you can't roll if you ain't with the set (Set)
Talkin' like he tough, I ain't thuggin' through the internet (Through the internet, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Talkin' like he tough, I ain't thuggin' through the internet (Bah-bah-bah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
