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albee al - king opp lyrics

[verse 1]
growin up i had dreams i would ball in the nba
i’m grown now is funny how i ball without the nba
free mush i swear thats my brother we like kid n’ play
never crossed n0body that i love, not in my dna
remember gettin jumped on van wagen it was me and ray (ray ray)
couple n-ggas ran on us too they was in the way
ray knew if everybody ran albee gonna stay
albee ain’t scared of n0body type of sh-t he’ll say
used to bust bottles on the court if i couldn’t play
being broke f-cked with my patience i just couldn’t wait
smile in my face but behind my back them n-ggas hate
it’s cool but that disrespectful sh-t i just couldn’t take
i learned this sh-t from back in the day a lot of n-ggas ain’t the n-ggas they say a lot of n-ggas is fake
they k!lled my dog so success it can wait
i’m ridin for him like whatever it takes i mean whatever it takes
i got some sh-t on my mind, they call me grimey i left some n-ggas behind
true story, like how i feel they wasn’t supporting my grind
they tricked my heart but, they could never trick my mind
how bout this, when the last time you spoke to my moms?
how bout this, when the last time you gave lil meechie a dime?
how bout this, when the last time you came to his shrine? poured remmy up for him put your name on his sign
how bout this, when the last time you offered me help? i had n0body i had to depend on myself
how bout this, how bout you n-ggas suck my d-ck! i ain’t with none of that back bitin’ b-tch made sh-t
how bout this, man i’m out here n-gga check my hood i’m really out here n-gga really out there n-gga with them shootas put a scout here n-gga
you could really loose your scalp here n-gga

[chorus]
i’m sick of the fake smiles and handshakes
i got my hood on my back and i still stand straight (i’m from marion)
neighborhood hero and i dont wear a cape
my birthday , i still shared the cake
said imma run it up and i ain’t looking back
b-tch i’m a half a million up i’m bout to double that, like cooked crack
had the mac in my bookbag, a rugrat
man i’m ridin like a hubcap, they love that

[verse 2]
feds watching my instagram hoping that i slip
even har-ss me at my shows, searching for them sticks
but the instagram bangin some sh-t i ain’t with
i rather catch a n-gga posted and run in his sh-t
or even worse prolly feed him clips
see n-ggas mad because they b-tch i probably feed her d-ck
see my lil b-tch nurse a plug for the scripts
so, soon as they hit she text me that we lit
i swear ni banga bro that you missed
make sure you send letters to soldiers that you with let em’ know we still purgin ain’t no one forget
for ya, i do a l for any crime that i commit

yeah, yeah, yeah you know i risk it all for my dogs risk it all for my dogs you know it. like all this money, all this success i’m getting, n-gga, this sh-t put on hold for ya. no cap

[chorus]
i’m sick of the fake smiles and handshakes
i got my hood on my back and i still stand straight (i’m from marion)
neighborhood hero and i dont wear a cape
my birthday , istill shared the cake
said imma run it up and i ain’t looking back
b-tch i’m a half a million up i’m bout to double that, like cooked crack
had the mac in my bookbag, a rugrat
man i’m ridin like a hubcap, they love that

[verse 3]
you ever had a hot gun on your waist and blood on your shoes, cus a n-gga went and said the wrong sh-t to you
homie you ain’t been thru what i been thru
you not like me and i’m not like you
king opp im in a slingshot
quick to let it go like a slingshot
the tec’ll turn your hoodie to a tank top
b-tch i really got the bag so the bank stop
face shots after face shots
stand on top more face shots
i k!ll a opp im gon smile in my mugshot
disloyalty that’s when the love stop
focused on something bigger than rap
i would respond to the rumors, but i’m bigger than that
how bout your .. dead as h-ll you ain’t gettin him back
and you ain’t even ride for him, whats the issue with that?
i guess i gotta take a trip to the max
eating hookups with my bunkie with the soup and the mac
see i was really tryin to chill but they pushin me back
a real n-gga got your b-tch you ain’t gettin her back
i remember doing drills cus we was bored
i remember poppin bottles no birthdays, cus we scored
i ain’t got no emotion for a wh0r-
my lil homie came home we spent racks at the store
so you know is no limit for my dog
i just hope if i fall you the one that i can call
thats my brother, like same mother different father
any problem dog know i got him
how you hatin when i climbed from the bottom
you dont like me in my city probably robbed him or shot him
n-ggas’ll die just to stop you from winnin
tornado in the zone can’t stop me from spinnin
fake love see that got me a sentence
and i still pray to god but it’s hard cus i’m sinnin
a lot of n-ggas really waitin on my endin
but it won’t be in a grave, in a cage somethin pending
gettin money is the object
and i dont wanna spray up the projects
k!ll a bunch of young n-ggas i’m making progress
pointing a n-gga, see i really put my all into n-ggas
i can handle my enemies, my friends is the ones that are changing
it hurt, cus the ones that i’m huntin i hang with
guess this money got these n-ggas just forgettin i’m dangerous
like i won’t empty on you just forget that i’m famous
heartbreak, when you winnin you can’t stop the hate. and it’s always the familiar faces

[chorus]
i’m sick of the fake smiles and handshakes
i got my hood on my back and i still stand straight (i’m from marion)
neighborhood hero and i dont wear a cape
my birthday , istill shared the cake
said imma run it up and i ain’t looking back
b-tch i’m a half a million up i’m bout to double that, like cooked crack
had the mac in my bookbag, a rugrat
man i’m ridin like a hubcap, they love that

- albee al lyrics

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