Spread The Opps - Lecrae

Composed by：Lecrae Moore/Robert Gullatt/Juan Ramón Luis Meliàn/Brice Sibomana/Clayton D Rogers/Lasanna Harris/Alexandria Dollar/Deandre Hunter/Aidan Crotinger/Kendrick Alloway

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