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opioid era – foundation lyrics

[verse 1]
after these ninety days [?] should be seating tall
you took a lose, two ounces of [?]
i could’ve cut it more times than a [?]
trying to get the dope to jump like kriss kross
it took me three years to see how my [?] walk
did business, third party, couldn’t understand when my plug talk
these n+ggas k!ll me with this propaganda
still running their guns after giving their miranda
right, see who’s real when the spot’s tight
i keep a pipe, hear it ignite like a harley engine
f+ck n+ggas in the way to die for attention
get a notification his dead ass a h+ll of a mention
death come when the breeze come
i would’ve k!lled you already, it’s ramadan
i offer my [?] fast and read quran
[?]
they don’t really know what type of sh+t we’re on
[?]
more money, more murder, more homicide
mac+eleven flamingo, that sixty+forty+five inside
i start [?] then i let the nozzle rocks
the realest, they left the scene and they was horrified
white tag, white bag with a dead guy inside
this is the mafia, we don’t let that drama slide
this is the opioid, we don’t let that drama slide
[verse 2]
respect don’t fall too far from my pack, boy
so stop talking like the plug you ain’t that, boy
i used to order half a chicken like a fat boy
then broke him down to eight ball, he’s off the bat boy
you stuck one toe in the water, i had ten down
ass a [?] how he was wiping at the end town
that n+gga turned around and helped me build a corporation
then he slipped up and booked the unplanned vacation
but he know imma keep it matching that ain’t no question
merc and jeff crewneck, black and gold questions
just a young virginian n+gga with an old essence
i’m smelling nice on the road with the low stressing
so before we count the money gotta count the blessings
young n+ggas wanna cop an ounce ain’t had an ounce of lessons
you got the mouth, they pull out, you in the bounce profession
you pushing b+tches to the ground in their blouses and dresses
pathetic you won’t get credit for that duck sh+t
so get it, you gonna get pregnant with that f+ck sh+t
my young boy lost his mind but he’s nine, he still got that
and once you’re off the hook, i can’t stop that

[verse 3: benny the butcher]
look, n+ggas rather be hov than shoot it out with us
admit it i’ve been a minute since like 2001
you got a two+year degree, that’s what you’re proud of, huh?
i walked out of school and never had to use algebra
i got it passed out the wrong collected
that happens when you plant seed as a small investment
stay woke, but play broke leave them all with questions
’cause you could fit 200 bands and a dodging [?]
you know i slid then i’m with the mob
i told my b+tch what i’m worth, she tried to quit her job
not too many plugs i didn’t ride
or too many ops that didn’t die
these broke n+ggas barely getting by
in the beamer, it’s just me and shooters
they see how we’ve been moving f+ck a white b+tch is like [?]
i’ve been on my [?] exclusive
we’re opposite like black and white, jesus, judas
front and i end up hitting your lady
with shopping tricks, she got me buying sh+t for your baby
white kids and then on the news
that sh+t feeling crazy ’cause dope doing to them
what crack did to us in the 80s
[verse 4]
these boy got the cocaine marijuana and percocets
get the dope from across town but they are served as sh+t
you might see them out of town that’s where you’re worth getting made

- opioid era lyrics

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