Fucc The Opps (Interlude)

Let 'em know right off the rip, fuck the opps (The opps)

Fuck your hood, fuck your street, ****, fuck your block (Punk-ass ****)

I do them **** somethin' cold and get back in the wind

The streets love that gang shit and I'm at it again (They took your shit, ****)

I just told my **** Steelz we them **** now (We them ****)

I heard them **** lookin' for us, we be in the town (What?)

Is that them **** right there? Roll the windows down (Roll them down)

Okay, that's them, cut the lights, ****, spin around

I pull up, jump out, I pull that thump out

You don't want no smoke, chopper knock a **** lung out (Boom)

Really from the trenches, outside when the sun out (We outside, ****)

You heard it was some killers out there, so you don't come out

****, you a bitch and your gang too (You a bitch)

You **** scattered like hoes when we came through (Straight marched)

Ran like bitches, we bounced out

Airin' extensions, you ran in the house

Bullets flew through grandma kitchen, you should've listened

These streets don't love nothin', bitch, we cold, **** (We cold, ****)

Look at all these killers and these gold diggers (And these gold diggers)

Watch for all these scammers and these hoes, **** (And these noes)

Before them 5.56s take your soul, **** (Brr)

Slidin' 'round with Dracs, we ain't askin' for no feature price (For no feature)

**** actin' like some shit that they ain't even like (You don't like, ****)

Twenty **** run up in your spot, it ain't an even fight (This ain't even)

You seen us stompin' on your boy and you ain't even fight, stupid

I know you heard us Compton **** ruthless

Shoot him right in front of his mama and chuck the deuces (Bitch, fuck your son)

**** give they life to the set until they lose it ('Til they lose it)

Had a chance to go to the league, the **** blew it (Damn)

I don't just rap about it, ****, I done really seen it (I really seen it)

So if I put it in my lyrics, bitch, I really mean it

How you supposed to feel when you grew up in the slums? (Slums)

When they ask you where you from, you better get yourself a gun

I said it

And mama said don't play in these streets (Don't play in these streets)

'Cause my **** ain't playin' unless we playin' for keeps (We ain't playin' for keeps)

I'm talkin' shootouts in broad day (Broad day)

**** say they outside (Outside)

We gon' swing through that bitch trippin' and let that chop fly

I don't even know how I feel about it neither, man

That shit just goes on and on, you know

Next thing you know, somebody might try to smoke me

Don't matter, though

We all gotta go sometime, huh