Oppz of Oppz

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Jungle J

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Niggas off tha block cappin' 
Must want that rep from rappin'
How the f*ck u throwin' up gang (Throwin up gang)
Wholetime lyin', insane 
Want money and rep but flodgin'
Niggas tweakin', dont really know that pain  

Slid on em like snap with filters 
Niggas hop on the mic
Get to cappin', and lyin' bout bodies
And now they killas 
Don't count if you masked up 
U a bitch with a glocky 
Not bold you a goofy 
Been seen, XP talkin through me 
Lost homies to goonies

Miss Lil A, Zae, Quis, and Tajae my day ones
Rip, my sleepin homies 
Shit happens left a nigga lonely 
Caught lackin' so ran up onnem
Onnat block had it down on lock 
Dat 40 finger down on squeeze 
Soul froze no time to plead
I wish they woulda let him flee aye
(Let him flee nigga)

New gen this shit really fucked up 
Wanna talk to my niggas, gotta look up 
They gone take pride for how im comin'

Mud and dem trenches different 
Don't give a f*ck, let's argue
Closest homie i lost before me
Blackout, drive-by they sparked two

Ain't fuckin' witchu if you ain't my day one nigga
Opps of opps that's bloody, i ain't into violence nigga
Turn on "f*ck it" mode 
Bitch im ready to boil a nigga (Uggh)
Disrespect my being, imma have to do it to you

Aint a G, i ain't a G, but i'll shoot u
Matter fact put down the guns
And shoot the ones
Out the norm for niggas to put a lay to guns
Talkin all that hot shit when them semis onnem 
(Yea yea yea yea)

Slid on em like snap with filters 
Niggas hop onna mic, 
get to cappin', and lyin' bout bodies
And now they killas 
Don't count if you masked up 
U a bitch with a glocky 
Not bold you a goofy 
Been seen, XP talkin through me 
Lost homies to goonies

These niggas problems and issues 
Opps of opps, blood shed, tears drop 
Handin' em tissues 
After bro nem stabbed and bit you

Friends, how many of us have dem niggas
Two faced inna picture but ain't in the picture 
Ain't there for the cookin', niggas ain't gettin dinner
A nigga get put on, ain't no team 
Days ones gone, solo team
Claimin' im bro, bitch i'm not yo blood 
Snakes around me, these niggas no good 

Street rep, these niggas is crazy 
Dead homies, mommas lost babies
Lord tell me why didn't u save em 
Wish i coulda saved em, on granny 
No matter conditions, we dealt 
That's a bond and team that we built 
Now it's only me and my blick
Mind boggled, wanna do hits
Blow face, it ain't no fix
Shot souls my niggas got stuck 
Might be the other way around
Friendly ghosts, i knew em since a child

That 6 was found before 12 was found
Crazy how i took so many L's 
Them losses had me down 

Always them niggas that claim that they a real nigga
F*ck around get in trouble
Find out yo peoples ain't hittas 
Niggas say they got blickas, .40's & .30's 
Use em on they niggas
Then be up merchin' swearin' they ain't do it
Scared of Hot flash muzzle 
It'll put a blast to a nigga
F*ck up his face puzzles
Why the streets gotta spaz
We all want the bread, tryna make a hustle 
I don't understand 
Why kill, we can help each other
Many helpin' hands
Our f*ck ups stresses out our mothers
Gotta break that trend 
Best to ride out solo 
If needed say f*ck a friend 
(F*ck a friend yea) 

Slid on em like snap with filters 
Niggas hop onna mic
Get to cappin', and lyin' bout bodies
And now they killas 
Don't count if you masked up 
U a bitch with a glocky 
Not bold you a goofy 
Been seen, XP talkin thru me 
Lost homies to goonies

Yea yea, yea yea 
Lost homies to goonies
Lost homies to goonies

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