F33L No Mor3 Lyrics

And I can't feel no more

I don't feel no more, gotta block out my past, I can't feel no more

And I don't need no help

I'm getting this paper, I'm gon' make it, I'm gon' spend it

What happened to all of the real ones? You lost all that trust for me

And just some fences, just ain't meant for mendin'

And they say no tree, I'm just burnin on some money and O-G,

Bad lil' bitch for me, fucked her up, both of her knees

And I said I can't feel no more, Yeah block out all my past, I can't feel no more

And I don't need no help for the paper

Couldn't heal too quick, my dawg, yeah, he a real one

Couldn't catch a break, I had to steal one

Too real for all this shit, I never faked one

Threw a six up in the sky, one for each of my guys

Got the Swiss in my cup, bitch, I never cry, yeah

Lost my heart a long time ago, You can see it in my eyes

I'm playing strictly for the purity, Don't give no fuck bout no pride

Cash it off my watch, now my neck's dirty, bitch, until I die

I'm smoking on OG, this shit is critical

Fucked up like I'm Spittle, yeah, my status is OG, that shit be literal,

Throwed off on me, y'all call me criminal

Keep up on that shit, gossip, Bitch, I'll be despicable

Burnin' 1050 for fun back in the day when Bob was runnin,

Felons

Still concealin' weapons, that cause that was loaded still, we scraped for funds, can't take no relapse

I want my gun, fuck with that white bitch

Colors don't run, bleach down on my cash

So it gon' kill them rats, Calabash Chicken ain't no cap, and that shit came from Fatz

Yeah we runnin' all this shit, I'm speakin' facts

I miss all my homies, where the fuck they runnin' from

I just had that stupid bitch, she taught me somethin

Told her, get my gun and the drum, load up, I can't feel this shit no more

All this pain got me really fucked up, I'm really runnin' for my bro

I said, damn it, I can't feel no more, I can't feel no more, yeah, yeah

And I can't feel no more, Gotta block out all the pain just to feel no more

And I know I don't need no help for this paper

I'm gon' make it, I'm gon' spend it, what happened to all the real ones

All the real ones, yeah, yeah, what happened

What happened to the real ones

Yeah, and I can't leave them lonely

All this shit happened to me, but damn, what happened to my brody

I want you to till the end. Till we fuckin' gone

And I promise everything gon' be the way that it's supposed to be

Time to play it out, we really rollin', keep my bro with me

Keep three or four poles with me