Feeling Good Lyrics

You know how I feel and I'm feeling good

Hell's hot and I've been burning since a jit, ha

Hell's hot and I've been burning since a jit, ha

Hell's hot and I've been burning since the jit, ha

Hell, ha

Hell, ha

Hell's hot and I've been burning since a jit,

Shitting on them since delivery

Ask my mama, bitch, from the jungles of America

The general, the thizz, to the dirty, dirty motherfucking south

Now let's begin

I was destined for disaster like a rapping pastor

Since my daddy left this poor little bastard

Uncle busy thugging, mama trying to maintain

All my closest partners growing up the same mane

Music for the pains like heroin to veins

Load it up, I put that chronic in my system, let it bang

Hopped off the porch cause the struggle make a mane

Skinny, pretty nigga, looking back, I was insane

Got some taste of pussy, now I'm feeling good

I feel great

Ha ha

Fresh from them apartments, where them young niggas

grow so heartless

From fist to the blades to a glock, bitch

Got my first taste of the power

Chasing Junebug, the coward

Hot pursuit, I wanted blood like money showers

Neighborhoods beefing, mixed with cheefing

E&J sipping, niggas cripping in blooding politicking

like Dems and Reps

He don't love his mama, he love his set

Northside, ABG and 30 Deep

Eastside mafia, the mob

Click, clack, boom, bout some respect

Relax and sit back, yo, television's all reflect

This chaos that I ingest, regurgitate as I reflect

Grandma stroke, father left, uncle drank until his death

Homie locked behind his set, and through all that

I still feel good

I lied

I'm dying, nigga

I'm dying inside

Oh, nah, fuck that

I'm dead

Ha

Good kid, mad system

Bitch