Eli Sostre New Opps
[Intro]
Yeah
[Verse 1]
f..ck how you feelin', I'm feelin' great
Only pray for the real, hope they kill the fake
How he come from the bottom and willed his way
I just walked through the back and I'm feelin' safe
Gotta smoke 'cause these women be stressin' me
All the talkin' ain't never affectin' me
Makin' [?] roll up like the pedigree
They be wishin' it was 'em instead of me
f..ck you want me to do? Bitch, I work for it
To be gifted, you live with a curse for it
Problems I can't got to church for
So I don't got time for no hurt, ho
But I carry the team, I got back pain
City boys, she wan' f..ck up the accent
Makin' candy, put sweet in my black paint
And this EV it don't got no gas tank
[Chorus]
Too many shooters
Racks in the shoe box
Gotta make two stops
I got some new opps
Out in the nighttime
I want the blue dot
Out on the Westside
Feel like the new Pac
[Verse 2]
f..cked the bitch, got the burner on me
Think I see the police in my backyard
Muhfuckers, be lurkin' on me
Brand new spot only leave when the cash grow
Brand new Spider, I step on the gas, ho
Twenty off of the merch in a good week
It gon' f..ck with your head but we don't speak
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Interlude]
*Echo sounds*
