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• Artiste: Tsu Surf
• Titre: Free My Opps (feat. Bby Hndrxx)
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You stuck up in those streets, ain't no escape Still ain’t no hold on fuck with bro, how can he know he snake? I take me 2–3 to the dome soon as I'm alone My demons ridin' with me, pray to God I make it home I grew up round some killers doin’ shit you never knew You grew up on the other side so we don't fuck with you Fell out with gang, he wasn't with me, it was time to go I dove in head first in that water like Geronimo I gave my all out to the streets, they still ain't show me love I almost died but I ain't dead, them niggas owe me blood Can't let shit slide, my homie died, them niggas owe me Cuz It's free my opps, don't want ’em locked, them niggas know wassup That’s just the streets in me Free all the opps! They think it's hate when it’s not Die for this gang how I rock Spinnin' they blocks, that's where we test all these chops I get a rush when they drop My niggas true, learned to put trust in a few Slidin' just somethin’ we do Love for the crew Niggas they came and hit one, we gotta go and get two 'Cause niggas be terrified Go signs and no fear inside His homies gon' post that he dead, it's gon' verify We silently cheer inside I tatted my hood and my block where I hang Go with your gun if it's strange (Range Rove' sittin' in the rain) Smokin' on pain, niggas scream "gang," they ain't change (Backwood, put it to the flame) Heart full of hurt, pocket full of blues Love when I win, but I learn when I lose How a nigga hate? Can't fit a nigga shoes Heard his hood got hit, man, I hate to hear the news Heart full of hurt, pocket full of blues Love when I win, but I learn when I lose How a nigga hate? Can't fit a nigga shoes Heard his hood got hit, man, I hate to hear the news You stuck up in those streets, ain't no escape Still ain't no hold on fuck with bro, how can he know he snake? I take me 2–3 to the dome soon as I'm alone My demons ridin' with me, pray to God I make it home I grew up round some killers doin' shit you never knew You grew up on the other side so we don't fuck with you Fell out with gang, he wasn't with me, it was time to go I dove in head first in that water like Geronimo I gave my all out to the streets, they still ain't show me love I almost died but I ain't dead, them niggas owe me blood Can't let shit slide, my homie died, them niggas owe me Cuz It's free my opps, don't want 'em locked, them niggas know wassup That's just the streets in me