Opera lyrics

[Verse 1]
Live from Steve drive, n*ggas eyes on Steve drive
Popo sit on the block with them Glocks and steve die
n*ggas say they coming through, come on please try
Swear this sh*t ain’t been the same since they killed him three times
n*gga what, 22 Glocks, I’ll fill em up
Lay em down with that hundred round, AK pick em up
Set em up in that bag, embalming fluid, fill em up
Might be real up in your hood but in my hood ain’t real enough
Don’t say nothing, n*ggas telling on they homies, ain’t gon’ front
Seen a n*gga do a backflip when they hit him with that pump
Damn they like do it for the gram, I’ma do it for my n*ggas who locked up in the can
I’ma do it for my n*ggas who ain’t never had a chance
And my n*ggas them my bros, I can’t call them n*ggas friends
Then call them n*ggas real, cause these n*ggas be pretend
And I keep my own heat just in case sh*t hit the fan
n*gga blast at them n*ggas, run up on you, best be fast
You get caught without that heat then that’s your ass n*gga
Hell naw I don’t know you, I can’t give no f*cking cash with you
sh*t can get real wheel, that’s why we keep the masks with us
Yeah, off that Patron, that’s my fix, never stress about no b*tch
Do that sh*t make any sense?
And my killers kill to kill, now they say he innocent
Give a f*ck bout where you from, we’ll spray the premises
My n*ggas senseless, they’ll spray the clip until the clicking get em
Run up on you watch you fall, [?] fix the sh*t
Plus I’m in my finish, they just did one of my n*ggas in
Now I’m blanking out, clip hanging out, you gon’ get this sh*t
Beg for your life boy, tell me how you innocent
Tell me how you ain’t from over there and you ain’t with the sh*t
I seen you in that video disrespecting all the bros
f*ck the talking, yo this sh*t for bro