Eli Sostre New Opps Lyrics

[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
Muhf*ckers, 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*

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