Land of Opportunity (feat. Styles P) Lyrics

Desperate to be found
And blood stains all around
And my stupid bust thought the lure would be enough
You ain't seen nothing yet
I'm always planted, couldn't push me down a hill
I double numbers on up-and-comers, you rookies gotta chill
Broke a classic of sour power, it whoop me out a mill
Life's a bitch and still crowd around, that pussy gotta chill
Pack an island on half my talent, your calendar is clear
Black medallion, I'm back to stylin', and balancing career
Nigga, miss me by that argument, left that in my 20s
100s and 50s all I bargain with, still bagging up money, dummy
I'm stereo trips, name of your guardian, superior wrist
Play me to starve again, canary the fist
Raise me a problem, don't compare me to shit
Came from the bottom, bodies there on the strip
Brand me a column, probably hear I'mma quit
Grammy asylum, bottom tears on my shit

Candy in Harlem, rocking flairs on my whip
The profit handle and click, you out here scamming a trick
You sneaky deaving, chop your hand you get slick
Don't rock your sleepy, drop the bands on your fit
You getting to it, you don't talk about it
When trouble comes there ain't no walk around it
Why you think the morgue is crowded?
Don't get your body chalk around it
How in the land of opportunity when niggas trying to ruin me?
Don't make us type your eulogy
Class in session, pay your student fee
They eyeing all your jewelry
What your problems got to do with me?
You begging, I ain't heard a thing, money hollers usually
Yeah, back at 'em with banks
Reverse camera on, I back out of the bank
No withdrawals, just depositing
I ain't get this plug on Twitter, but I'mma follow 'em
And what your problems got to do with me?
And why the fuck you screwing me?
I kill 'em then, go on read his eulogy
I got beef, I don't talk about it
Put the hawk up in 'em, spin 'em and pull the hawk up out 'em
Pull the whip on the strip, niggas'll gawk about her
Never stick your dick in a chick and bitch'll squawk about it
Why these bitches wanna ruin me?
Probably 'cause I'm speaking money fluently
And this the land of opportunity
I told Banks I get G's by the unit, B
All I need is Yayo and there ain't nothing they can do with me
You getting to it, you don't talk about it
When trouble comes there ain't no walk around it
Why you think the morgue is crowded?
Don't get your body chalk around it
How in the land of opportunity when niggas trying to ruin me?
Don't make us type your eulogy
Class in session, pay your student fee
They eyeing all your jewelry
What your problems got to do with me?
You begging, I ain't heard a thing, money hollers usually
Nothing reminds me of the grimy time to call it quits
As soon as I fix 'em been off revenge, alcoholic twitch
Popular kid when sloppy handing off enormous bricks
Invitation the forces miss followed by performance slips
A little diesel and California flips
The figures transforming, destiny's calling your normal piss
Stomping the standards I set, skipping the portal list
20 fucking years on the set ditching the spoiled bitch
Stuck on a new beginning, my fucks in a toolie spinning
Wind up with the rule of the willing
Die tough when the movie ending
Bending these corners with the piece out, you panicking
Play with the money, knock 20 teeth off your camera grin
Breaking the borders, all the channeling
I promised my conscience I'll be the man again
And shock you out your ambient
And posses died of family when, some pockets size champion
Rockabye in panties and the boppers slide their hammers in
You getting to it, you don't talk about it
When trouble comes there ain't no walk around it
Why you think the morgue is crowded?
Don't get your body chalk around it
How in the land of opportunity when niggas trying to ruin me?
Don't make us type your eulogy
Class in session, pay your student fee
They eyeing all your jewelry
What your problems got to do with me?
You begging, I ain't heard a thing, money hollers usually
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