Opera - Edai

Live from Steve drive, niggas eyes on Steve drive

Popo sit on the block with them Glocks and steve die

Niggas say they coming through, come on please try

Swear this shit ain’t been the same since they killed him three times

Nigga 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, niggas telling on they homies, ain’t gon' front

Seen a nigga do a backflip when they hit him with that pump

Damn they like do it for the gram, I’ma do it for my niggas who locked up in

the can

I’ma do it for my niggas who ain’t never had a chance

And my niggas them my bros, I can’t call them niggas friends

Then call them niggas real, cause these niggas be pretend

And I keep my own heat just in case shit hit the fan

Nigga blast at them niggas, run up on you, best be fast

You get caught without that heat then that’s your ass nigga

Hell naw I don’t know you, I can’t give no fucking cash with you

Shit 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 bitch

Do that shit make any sense?

And my killers kill to kill, now they say he innocent

Give a fuck bout where you from, we’ll spray the premises

My niggas senseless, they’ll spray the clip until the clicking get em

Run up on you watch you fall, fix the shit

Plus I’m in my finish, they just did one of my niggas in

Now I’m blanking out, clip hanging out, you gon' get this shit

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 shit

I seen you in that video disrespecting all the bros

Fuck the talking, yo this shit for bro