Praying For My Opps

I'm fresh up out the trap, I'm feeling like a lick It's too much dope up in the air, I'm smelling like a brick Got residue all in my nails from that exotic shit Just from the smell, bitch, you can tell that you ain't buying this I'm paranoid as fuck, I feel like everybody watching me Ain't never by myself, you know I always keep that Glock with me Got faith in all my killers but I don't need no nigga to pop for me You faking like you with it, when shit get sticky, that's when we gon' see I'm praying for all my opps, I heard another one got shot this week Ain't posted on that block 'cause that ain't somewhere that I gotta be I pull them racks out, I'm tryna make my whole hood proud of me You beat that pack out thеn you gon' think you hit the lottery One way or anothеr, I gotta eat, and I got kids to feed My daughters ain't missing no meal long as I'm here and that's by any means They need to keep the rats and free the real, even all my enemies You either bop with us or you with them, it ain't no in between You gotta choose your side, when shit get real, is you gon' ride? Streets gon' test your pride and make the toughest niggas testify Sit down and check it out, I ain't out here tryna get no lectures out You watch who wrecking out, you might as well try to learn a lesson now Before it get too late and they got you locked up in that cage Look at your mama face and none of them tears won't go away I know it's hard to play 'cause it's so fucked up in this game I learned the harder way, and don't be too dumb to think you can't This shit get real in the field You better keep your steel in the field Where I'm from, it's either kill or be killed Live by your gun, if not, you living in fear Empty the clip and let it rip I'm paranoid as fuck, I feel like everybody watching me Ain't never by myself, you know I always keep that Glock with me Got faith in all my killers but I don't need no nigga to pop for me You faking like you with it, when shit get sticky, that's when we gon' see I'm praying for all my opps, I heard another one got shot this week Ain't posted on that block 'cause that ain't somewhere that I gotta be I pull them racks out, I'm tryna make my whole hood proud of me You beat that pack out then you gon' think you hit the lottery