How Im Feelin Lyrics

Can give a fuck about how I'm viewed by the people

I'm trying to make it for my kid

I'm all in, tried every hustle trying to make some dividends

Loose lips sink ships so cut them off like split ends

After Aaron Rodgers I swear we took off like Peter Pan

God said we should forgive but we don't got to make amends

So fuck a nigga, fuck a bitch, and fuck all them fake friends

If you chose up on me, when I blow just sit back

I'm to the neck with every stunt, I know these niggas heard of Racks

Up in Houston with my rocket, me and Dev smoking gas

At the club, me and Tootie and little Tabs upping racks

Drove to Dallas after that at cotton bowl was upping racks

At the galleria, walking through the mall spending racks

Blew at least seven racks I hit California to make it back

Out in Compton trying to stack, from here & there I might rap

When I'm posted out in Grambling, you better know I'm trapping bad

Put that Lexus on the interstate, one-sixty on the dash

That's no cap, I'm outside with that bitch on me

You always talking like you violent, boy that shit phony

Kicked the cup but poured a line for my deadhomies

Chill brodie, why you never slide for your deadhomies, clown ass

Keep the smith tucked in case a nigga want the Will slaps

I always got some kickback at them kickbacks

Known state to state for hunting bands and shipping za packs

Hating niggas speaking on my name I can't allow that

When emotions run high is when them thoughts run low

I done dreamt of every way to hit a lick and up score

Me and Bam slept with draco in the car that's no joke

Them hard days thuggin' and long nights rapping, we trying to blow

Put my pride to the side try not to let the pain show

I just caught another case they talking about some years now

Man my son almost here I feel him in my spirit now

My left hand get to itching when granny spirit come around

Im low behind tint, not pushing pedals down Central now

I'm a trophy in it's prime, I thought you knew I had the juice

Bitches love to gossip about the shit they know that's not true

He got a beam and a thirty but I have never seen him shoot

Bad bitches in the party, they shaking ass to uncle luke

Remember me and Amari we started bandboys, that shit blew

I'm grown up now, these niggas know I'm trophied up now

They won't touch shit, these niggas know I stay blamped down

I beat death once, you try again you getting fanned down

Sada Baby, pop a perk and now I'm activated

Hit the cooch a couple times man I was too faded

On I-Twenty doing a hundred in my lane

It's roadmoney, I am not lazy

It ain't shit to be my feets but babygirl

Just know you got to pay me

Kicked a four of purple wok and went and bought some quagen

I'm elevating on these niggas going higher

Told my lawyer, your not doing shit for me, you fucking fired

Can give a fuck about how I'm viewed by the people

I'm trying to make it for my kid

I'm all in, tried every hustle trying to make some dividends

Loose lips sink ships so cut them off like split ends

After Aaron Rodgers I swear we took off like Peter Pan

God said we should forgive but we don't got to make amends

So fuck a nigga, fuck a bitch, and fuck all them fake friends

If you chose up on me, when I blow just sit back

I'm to the neck with every stunt, I know these niggas heard of Racks

That's no cap, I'm outside with that bitch on me

You always talking like you violent, boy that shit phony

Kicked the cup but poured a line for my deadhomies

Chill brodie, why you never slide for your deadhomies, clown ass

Keep the smith tucked in case a nigga want the will slaps

I always got some kickback at them kickbacks

Known state to state for hunting bands and shipping za packs

These hating niggas speaking on my name I can't allow that