The Opps Shot

Niggas flexin', but they ain't tough, I whip the whip, I call that bluff. Streetlights flicker, shadows creep, Ops be lurkin', they don't sleep, Catch a vibe, we on the rise, Thuggin' hard, ain't no disguise. Heart cold, like the winter breeze, Got my crew, we run with ease, Ballin' hard, we stackin' dough, Enemies with nowhere to go. Flip the script, I write the code, Street cred, can't crack my road, Hustle daily, grind non-stop, Pray for peace, but the opps shot. Got the hustle, got the grind, In my city, ain't no rewind, We the kings, hold the throne tight, Bad news, but we still fight. Told my niggas, keep it real, In the game, you gotta kill, Ops wanna fumble, they gon’ fall, Runnin' this like it's the last call. So we ball hard, no time to chill, Grew up tough, now we stackin' bills, On my grind, yeah, I’m the man, Take a shot, but I still stand. Hit the streets, where the love is fake, In this life, you gotta take, Bad news, but we rise above, In the city, we showin' love. Yeah, the opps shot, but we don’t flinch, Keep it movin', ain't no inch, Thug life, yeah, that’s the code, In the end, we take the road.