Feel It

Everybody say it’s love but I’mma leave it
Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it
Pull it out, I’ll let it spray, and make 'em feel it
Ain’t worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it
One thing
that nigga gon' go get it
Married to the racks, I swear that I’m committed
All these chains on me, would’ve thought I just got convicted
Now baby I’m in the hood, I’m going down the road of riches
I dropped diamonds on my chain, fresh up out the cell
Was fuckin' on yo' bitch that night but I won’t kiss and tell
She addicted to the kid like I dropped a spell
I’m tryna beat the pussy up, I’m tryna leave it swell
Fuck all my opps I’m throwing bullets at 'em, Odell
His momma mad that he died, bitch, oh well
He ain’t fuckin' with my click, bitch we movin' like the cartel
Feel with me, he gettin' zipped, choppas singing like Adele
You niggas ain’t nothin' like me, we from 2 different fabrics
That lil' bitch can’t be with her, I’ll tell her, «I'm gon' blow that bitch
Just like that lil' bitch was happy to see a nigga down bad
I’m in love with myself, I never needed your fuckin' clown ass
With my lil' raw ass, I made a mill now I want mo' cash
To keep the thrill I’m walking 'round with yo' stash
Keep it still, I’ll put this bitch on yo' ass
Don’t need to pop them pistol gon' blast
Don’t got no point to prove but I’m still on that
Everybody say it’s love but I’mma leave it
Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it
Pull it out, I’ll let it spray, and make 'em feel it
Ain’t worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it
One thing
that nigga gon' go get it
Married to the racks, I swear that I’m committed
All these chains on me, would’ve thought I just got convicted
Now baby I’m in the hood, I’m going down the road of riches
Gimme the credit I deserve
Lord knows I put in work
I done got it out the mud, got my nails full of dirt
If you ask me, no one would go harder than me on this fuckin' earth
I’m a thug, these rap niggas be talkin' 'bout it in all of they verse
Time after time, on the grind tryin' to make the world mine
I done took so much loss and now a nigga starting to shine
And I did it with my rhyme scheme had to go commit no crime
But I’m still waitin' for my family, I’ll go back to bag and dine
Try and get a hold of my family so I still pack a .9
Shit be real grimy in these streets so I’ll be watchin' for the sign
And when we ridin' with that heat I’m like D-Wade in his prime
And shit wasn’t gay to me, I had a
of makin' money
I totally got overlooked, you would’ve thought they all was blind
I was posted up with them crooks from the bottom we had to climb
To the top, but everything still ain’t fuckin' fine
Made it out the bot'
But sometimes I still feel like homicide
Everybody say it’s love but I’mma leave it
Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it
Pull it out, I’ll let it spray, and make 'em feel it
Ain’t worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it
One thing
that nigga gon' go get it
Married to the racks, I swear that I’m committed
All these chains on me, would’ve thought I just got convicted
Now baby I’m in the hood, I’m going down the road of riches