Drivers Wanted - Opio

I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, uh uh

I got a ho right here (right here)

You need innovation in your nation

Listen to me tell my story

Yeah, A-Plus I’m no angel

Get all up in somebody brain, it’s no thang to

Givin up too much of yo' game, they gon' hang you

Have you lookin strange cause you came with the wrong angle

Ey dude, if anyone ask for me

I’m chillin with a chick makin her the weed

I do it to light my load, type to explode

If the, triflin toad come to see my rifle unload

I got a ho right here, naked in my living room

With no ID and you have no idea

The paper that I’m getting too is so high gear

That’s a pro mind peer, we got a gold mine here

Eyes is red, but I’m barely lit

Steer my chariot like Secretariat

Triple crown is the foundation, flip it now or praise it

Eight times bigger how amazin, creepin out the basement

I got that Bangladesh, A-1 frame slang effect

Made her hang her dress and the ankle less

You can’t gain respect jackin, we everlastin

This medication, produced with no expiration

Dates — my track records take place up

Vacate my scrotum, I’m superstar nova

The more older with the art of doja

Hard composer, sharp as Moses, in the heart of Oakland

Listen to me tell my story — can you hear the music

It is so important, please do not confuse me with these bitched up clowns

Kill me with these magazines, personas that personify

A manufactured image, you need innovation in your nation

Can you hear the music — listen to me tell my story

Can you hear the music — listen to me tell my story

Yeah, listen to it;

man you trippin thinkin this is just some music

You gotta let it sink, get twisted to it

It’s mindbendin like change and innovation

Be time hittin, with the strength of syncopation

Each line meant it, just to make 'em took some patience

Crafted, with a master’s passion, put time in it

Soul searchin, scoured the earth

To reconnect and put out powers to work, check it

Check it walkin down the hallway, smokin a long J

Lookin out my window at the crooked and crippled

Enough that my temple did the migraine strain

It’s all simple in the O nigga life ain’t changed

But my aim at the range made vast improvements

Cowboys and Indians, the Browns don’t do shit

Useless, I let my essence make miracles

Fuck with Hieroglyphics, the universe be hearin you

S.O.

in the acronym, hustle cause we have to win

It’s time for some action write rhymes with my black pen

Peep, that, I’m all about the rap life

Run into the airport, tryin to catch the last flight

Quick, fast, back to the laboratory

I can add this story to my rap book then record it

Right on time, I used to bust mine

Down at 7−6-2, you remember this crew

I would never mislead you, I’m runnin the points

They got a license to carry and a gun in the joint

I’m tryin to kill that noise, build and destroy

Channel your energy cause I’m not your enemy

Can you hear the music.

You need innovation in your nation.

Listen to me tell my story.

Listen to me tell my story.