Don't Feel Em Lyrics

Hey Nate I keep telling you I don't fuck with these niggas man

What

Go get em

Fuck em up

Nah for me

Fuck em up

Fuck em up

Yeah

Fuck em

You got em

Prove it

Talk your shit bro

What's good

Not you

I'm countin' all this paper I'm makin' so fuck you

I'm feelin' like I'm soarin' above them who needs rules

Feelin' boozed

They confuse my truths with bein' rude

I'm construed contradictive

I'ma mood get addicted

My niggas snappin' pictures

Them women blowin' kisses

I'm on more than liquor I'm high

Board a nigga

Steakhouse Porter nigga

Red wine cabernet pouring nigga

Old wrestling fanatic make me sergeant slaught'a nigga

I don't need to be the boss I'm Pope'ing

Pardon nigga

Ching chong makehiah maricon fuck nigga

Wishin' you could see this shit like me

I'm so gone nigga

And that's a word to them wrongs in my songs nigga

My kids daddy just maybe a rolling stone nigga

Put a gold frame around that picture

I'm past niggas the richest tryna leave us here to ask niggas Pollute another planet on us I don't lack vision

I'm livin' life for a livin'

Because of that I'm lifted

I been smokin' like this cold house chimney

And my fuckin' idol killed himself I'm feelin' like he with me

I hear voices am I crazy or just poisoned from this haze spliff

Young ballin' baby boy where's

My Naismith

He talkin' like I fell off I'm staring like where my cape went I'm bookin on the east coast smokin' like where my ace went It's Proven yo and I'm cold hoe Uptown just met Soho

My flow go no homo coke nose come overdose

Fuckin' around end up comatose

For that money homeboy it's a life remote

You change shit you blame shit but I don't understand that language

You lame bitch what the fuck is you on

Her pussy wet my Merlot warm My dick hard weed so strong

I mean should we go on

Cause right now I'm on reefer mode

Flippin' about this pizza dough One chicken left in the freezer yo

Papa know mama broke she won't say it to us but I know Them lights off the candles lit mayonnaise for them sandwiches Rat traps they scratchin' at that wall god damn bring Stanley back

Then Byron called he can't talk he lost aunt Lorraine in his damn arms

And I don't feel that pain no but I'm amped for him mine is aunt drawn tears flowing liquor pouring tryna numb it

Get the picture homie I'm on a mission blurry vision baby henny crept up on em now shorty callin' want to saxophone me