Albee Al - King Opp lyrics

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 nobody That I love
Not in my DNA
Remember gettin jumped on Van Wagen
It was me and Ray (Ray Ray)
Couple niggas ran on us too
They was in the way
Ray knew if everybody ran Albee gonna stay
Albee ain't scared of nobody type
Of shit he’ll say
Used to bust bottles on the
Court if I couldn't play
Being broke fucked with my patience
I just couldn't wait
Smile in my face but behind
My back them niggas hate
It’s cool but that disrespectful shit
I just couldn't take
I learned this shit from back in
The day a lot of niggas
Ain't the niggas they say a
Lot of niggas is fake
They killed my dog so success it can wait
I’m ridin for him like whatever it
Takes I mean whatever it takes
I got some shit on my mind
They call me grimey I left some niggas 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 nobody I had to depend on myself
How bout this, how bout you niggas suck my
Dick! I ain't with
None of that back bitin’ bitch made shit
How bout this
Man I’m out here nigga check my
Hood I’m really out here nigga
Really out there nigga with them shootas
Put a scout here nigga
You could really loose your scalp here nigga

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 don't wear a cape
My birthday, I still shared the cake
Said imma run it up and I ain't looking back
Bitch 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

Feds watching my instagram hoping that I slip
Even harass me at my shows
Searching for them sticks
But the instagram bangin some
Shit I ain't with
I rather catch a nigga posted
And run in his shit
Or even worse prolly feed him clips
See niggas mad because they bitch
I probably feed her dick
See my lil bitch 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, nigga
This shit put on hold for ya no cap

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 don't wear a cape
My birthday, I still shared the cake
Said imma run it up and I ain't looking back
Bitch 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

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 don't wear a cape
My birthday, Istill shared the cake
Said imma run it up and I ain't looking back
Bitch 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

You ever had a hot gun on your
Waist and blood on your shoes
Cus a nigga went and said
The wrong shit 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
Bitch I really got the bag so the bank stop
Face shots after face shots
Stand on top more face shots
I kill 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 hell
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 nigga got your bitch
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 whore
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 don't like me in my city
Probably robbed him or shot him
Niggas’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 niggas 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 don't wanna spray up the projects
Kill a bunch of young
Niggas i’m making progress pointing a nigga
See I really put my all into niggas
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 niggas
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

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 don't wear a cape
My birthday, I still shared the cake
Said imma run it up and I ain't looking back
Bitch 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

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 don't wear a cape
My birthday, Istill shared the cake
Said imma run it up and I ain't looking back
Bitch 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