Andiroo - Opportunities Lyrics

I am back, and better than ever
My lyrics are now much more clever
I stepped up the game, and I'm serious
When I say imma kill it, I'm not delirious
So f*ck it! Bitch! I got it like that
I'm bringing in the tools and I am bringing the facts
Deal with it, or I'll pop your dome
The opportunities are coming straight home

Yo this shit is gonna be all about the hype
I'm not sayin that there isn't gonna be a depressing song, or anything
But I promise you, this is the shit you'll wanna blast in your car
Your headphones, your speakers at home
You'll wanna show your friends, they'll ask you
"Aye I need some lit fire bro, you got anything for me"
And well... You'll show em this shit

You can suck my dick for all I care
Doesn't matter where you are
I'll meet you anywhere
When you come see me, it'll be a scare
Riskier than motherf*ckin truth or dare
Sittin on the label it is killin me in time
And it'll be a little appeal
If you feel it, and drill it, and destroy the game
It won't be a fight
Cause the other person has to be alive
I told you in the last album I'm not violent
I'm a lyrical genius, not an insane asylum
But if you f*ck with me it's another thing
Comin for you, and it will not be pretty
So say you hate me right to my face
Little do you know I think of you as a disgrace
You better hope you're not home alone
Cause the opportunities are coming straight home

I've been killin' this shit
While you're riding my dick
F*ck what people say
I know they make me sick
If you f*ck with me
Watch your motherf*ckin back
Sick of playin around
Opportunities intact, BITCH

Picking off all of the haters is what violence is motherf*cking about
Run up on me and it'll be the death of you
Watching your grave be dug out
Puttin this shit, on the record it's lit
F*ckin bitches with the sluttiness, I don't f*ck with
If you want me, ya gotta earn me
You gotta find the right opportunity
Sellouts, and the trap bullshit
I wanna make the beats but you should also understand it
No one thinks this takes talent
I mean really did we not learn English one bit
Gonna remind you at least one more time
I'm not violent, just excuses to rhyme
To be honest if I got in a fight
I'd curl up in a ball and cry through the night

I've been killin' this shit
While you're riding my dick
F*ck what people say
I know they make me sick
If you f*ck with me
Watch your motherf*ckin back
Sick of playin around
Opportunities intact, BITCH

I fell in love with the music
I run around and abuse it
But something nobody can tell me is
How I should use it
So quit that shit, go f*ck yourself
You close minded f*ck, I hope you burn in hell
Do you really think you bitches want to f*ck with me
When I'm sitting here destroying all of you pussies
I'm not talking about cats or vaginal parts
I'm talking about hurting you
That's how this whole thing starts
That last album, wasn't even that good
But I'm dealing with all of these faggots
Thinking they're hood
I mean really can you motherf*ckin blame me
I'm looking at children who can't even see
The difference between what's wrong and right
Everyday, after school, coming home from a fight
Influenced by music, they worship by it
The least they could do is not listen to shit

I've been killin' this shit
While you're riding my dick
F*ck what people say
I know they make me sick
If you f*ck with me
Watch your motherf*ckin back
Sick of playin around
Opportunities intact, BITCH