how it feel

I know how it feel, when the world fall in your hand

I know how it feel, when you keep fuckin' up your brand

If you tryna drill, nigga keep your gloves and mask

You hop in this field, better turn some to a pack

You hop off the porch man it ain't no turning back

The streets have no remorse, and definitely not for a rat

Coolin kits on all the sticks, this shit might burn my hand

I bait the bitch, the boy come out the spot and get the spraying

I ain't dissin', I'ma all on your block like where you at

Nigga ain't no missin', ever hit your curb, someone get stretched