Opps Outside

AGM, bitch! (974!) Ayy, turn me up in them headphones, nigga! (Turn me up!) Too many fallen soldiers, too much pain in this shit. (Long live!) Everybody claim gang till it's time to stand on that shit. (On God!) Fuck fake love, fuck fake friends. POPOUT! (Grrah! Grrah!) ### \[HOOK — Heavy Drill Beat 💥\] Opps outside, whole hood on alert (Brrt! Brrt!) Black hoodie, gold chain, fresh designer shirt (Ice!) Lost another brother, put his name on a shirt (Long live!) Mama asking God why the good ones gotta hurt (Why?) Fuck all that tough talk, nigga, we know who real (Facts!) Heart full of scars, ain't no time to sit and heal (Nah!) Hundred thousand-dollar dreams, tryna get a bigger deal (Bands!) I done seen too many candles on the pavement where we kneel (Damn!) Gang, gang, gang, that's the code that we claim (Gang!) Everybody want respect, nobody mention the pain (Real shit!) Diamonds on my neck, but I'm still fighting the rain (Ice!) Can't bring my dead ones back, money don't change a thing (Long live!) ### \[VERSE 1 — Menacing, Choppy Flow\] Ayy, I grew up where the sirens interrupt your sleep (Woo!) Where your closest homie gone before you count to three (Damn!) Where the streets got memories that cut too fucking deep (Facts!) And the ones who talk the loudest ain't the ones you wanna meet (Cap!) Black truck, dark tint, riding slow through the parish (Skrrt!) Got some demons in my head, all this trauma that I carry (Damn!) Used to dream about the millions, now the vision getting scary (Real!) Cause the road to getting rich got a cemetery on the way (Long live!) Fuck a fake-ass nigga, keep his name up out my mouth (Fuck 'em!) Everybody gangsta till the whole truth come out (Tell it!) I seen brothers turn to strangers, seen the love turn to doubt (Damn!) Now I keep my circle small, ain't no room for a sellout (Never!) RICO on the news, everybody watching closely (Uh-oh!) Lawyer talking numbers, all this pressure getting heavy (Damn!) I want land, I want businesses, a mansion for my people (Big money!) Not another mother crying while they bury somebody's sequel (Long live!) ### \[HOOK — Double-Time Ad-Libs\] Opps outside, whole hood on alert (On alert!) Black hoodie, gold chain, fresh designer shirt (Ice!) Lost another brother, put his name on a shirt (Long live!) Mama asking God why the good ones gotta hurt (Why?) Fuck all that tough talk, nigga, we know who real (We know!) Heart full of scars, ain't no time to sit and heal (No!) Hundred thousand-dollar dreams, tryna get a bigger deal (Bands!) I done seen too many candles on the pavement where we kneel (Damn!) ### \[VERSE 2 — Gang Rivalries, Dark Storytelling\] (Beat strips down to bass and piano.) Who that talking on the net? Better stand behind your words (Talk!) Everybody got a gang till they watching friends get hurt (Damn!) Another black ribbon hanging, another family disturbed (Long live!) Another young soul gone, another name that we heard (Rest up!) I ain't gotta sell a story, I got pain inside these lines (Real!) Got my brother's last text saved, still read it sometimes (Damn!) Got a chain around my neck, got his memory on my mind (Ice!) If I could rewind the clock, I'd give anything for time (On God!) Fuck the clout, fuck the likes, fuck the internet fame (Fuck that!) Real grief don't disappear when you put money on your name (Never!) Big body on them Forgis, let the tires leave a stain (Skrrt!) But the silence in the house hit harder than the rain (Damn!) Thick bitch in the club, big booty, pretty face (Ayy!) She see the diamonds dancing, wanna ride around the place (Let's go!) I got money in my pocket, still can't fill an empty space (Real shit!) Cause a million-dollar watch can't bring a dead friend back from the grave (Long live!) ### \[BRIDGE — Whispered Vocals\] (Long live… long live…) AGM… 974… They don't see the nights we cry. (Nah…) They don't see the pain inside. (Real shit…) Everybody want the gang life… Nobody want them funeral rides. (Damn!) (808s slam back in.) ### \[VERSE 3 — Aggressive Louisiana Flow\] Bitch, I'm back in my mode, let the whole beat crack (Boom!) Black fit, white tee, gold teeth, all black (Ice!) If it's money on the table, I'ma need my whole stack (Bands!) Had to learn who was loyal when the love went flat (Facts!) Fuck a fake-ass friend, keep that energy away (Fuck 'em!) I remember empty stomachs, I remember rainy days (Damn!) Now the closet full of fashion, got the diamonds in my face (Bling!) Still remember every loss, every name, every place (Long live!) Gang ties, hard times, cold nights in the trenches (Real!) Everybody want the riches, nobody count the expenses (Nah!) Mama want me home safe, I'm just trying to make it different (Mama!) Turn this street pain into wealth, that's the realest intervention (Let's go!) AGM_POPOUT_974, bitch! (Nine-seven-four!) We came up out the mud! (Mud!) We ain't forget the fallen! (Never!) ### \[OUTRO — Sirens Fade Into Piano\] (Low voice) Long live every soldier we lost… Free everybody fighting their cases… Fuck fake friends… Get the money, protect the family, and make it home. AGM! 974 PRODUCTIONS! (Grrah… long live…) Next move: This would hit hard over a 145 BPM dark Louisiana drill beat with sliding 808s, distorted bass, ominous piano, and deep, doubled ad-libs.