Letra de Spread The Opps - Lecrae

We on top, we got love, kill the opp

We on top, we got love, kill the opp

Holy Father, God in Heaven

Show Your power, let it come

For Your Kingdom and Your honor

To Your Spirit and Your Son

Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out

Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out

Ooh, I think they hate me (Yeah), in my Bape tee (Woo)

Ain't no pardons in the garden if you snake me (Yeah)

You can't break me (Uh), tryna chase me (Yee)

When it's rocky, I move ASAP, you can't Drake me (Shoo)

I'm fine, I got my feet up, I ain't never scared, don't put my heat up

I was outside and tryin', no re-up, where my opps at? God gon' eat up

They ain't ever free us

Lock my family up, my mama told the judge, "He ain't no killer"

It's all good 'cause on that prison yard he preachin' 'bout the Healer

Spread the opps out (Woo), now the cops out (Sheesh)

Facin' death, you wanna plead, but you can't cop out

Now you locked out, I promise my God comin' back, when He do, it's a problem

Got His attention but you don't want tension

You don't want the smoke, it's too late, you done got it

Holy Father, God in Heaven

Show Your power, let it come

For Your Kingdom and Your honor

To Your Spirit and Your Son

Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out

Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out

What's your intentions? I see your screws and your wrenches

You tryna break up the bi'ness, ruin my witness

Spreadin' yo' lies and opinions, you don't deserve my attention

You's a pretender

We was so used to the cold that my mama gave birth to a winner

Put all the opps on alert that we out in the trenches

And demons do not get forgiveness

Pray for repentance for all my family that's sinnin'

I ain't the truth, I'm a witness

I got some blood on my hands and some dirt on my fingers

You know that I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it

Lord, help me kill all of my demons, I look in the mirror, I seen 'em

I had a BM, I forced her to get an abortion

I pray when I die, I can meet him

They want me cheatin', tellin' me open my DMs

Eat all this fruit that I'm seein'

I got some people in prison, I need to go see 'em

If it weren't for the Lord, I would be 'em

Yeah, I know they won't catch me lackin', see me off in traffic

Yeah, I'm packin', got that oppa-stoppa apostolic ratchet

'Bout that action, keep them .223s but Jesus my assassin

If you askin', I'm still 116 until I'm in a casket

I see my opps tryna pop out (Woo), they wanna pull every stop out

Wait 'til my God spin the block and He let off them shots

He gon' air the whole spot out (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

Holy Father, God in Heaven

Show Your power, let it come

For Your Kingdom and Your honor

To Your Spirit and Your Son

Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out

Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out

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