Da$h & RetcH - Opposition | Текст песни

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[Intro]
You gotta nother swisher?
Alright

[Verse 1]
Yeah So
Shit I stopped smoking with haters back in 06'
You wasn't leanin or [?]
Nigga, you ain't pour shit
I'm arguably one of the dopest
I come through your label cause an explosion
BOOM! Okinawa
With a bitch who look like Yoko Ono, we smokin sour
Clip the blunt and then we film a porno, iPhone 4 flow
Cuttin on my HDR, she screamin \"fuck me hard\"
I hit it in her husband car
Feelin like Mojo Risin, dangerously high
Before his bitch walked in that bathroom and said that he died
Ain't worried bout no overdose
This dead head OG that I'm tokin, got a nigga comatose
They tellin me I over smoke and over sip
Really I don't give no shits
Puffin Newports, pimpin hoes
Like Too $hort on these fuckin simps
With ten toes on the pavement
Livin what I'm saying, over here we ain't conformin
Just adapting like we cavemen
Yeah So

[Hook]
Motherfuck the opposition / Rollin, smokin, poppin, sippin [x2]
Fuck the opposition
Motherfuck the opposition
Rollin, smokin, poppin, sippin
Motherfuck the opposition
Fuck the opposition
Motherfuck the opposition / Rollin, smokin, poppin, sippin [x2]
Motherfuck the opposition

[Verse 2]
My friends call me a alcoholic
All of this drinkin in the mornin
Tell em mind they fuckin business, Henny bottle keep on pourin
Y'all listen to my recordings
And say all I talk about is money, drugs and bitches
Not the nights I had to hustle, struggle, run ya pockets
Snatch ya chain off ya neck, half your re-up pay my debts
Other half I flip for profits, split the cheese with my set
Major players in the field dawg
Knievel crew, what the fuck the meanin of fear dawg?
Just to see how far niggas came in the past year dawg
This shit is like a sick dream, cause Mav still facin 15
Tryna get rich off 16's, and the greats die round 28
I got 8 and a half and I can't be late
Tryna get us straight, tape my work while I blaze my herb
I play the street, while you bitch niggas play the curb
Control ya mind when I play with words
Food for thought, and your plate is served
Nigga

[Hook]