How I Feel

Feel like where the love at , all that shit done turned to hate

And all this pain I feel I cannot seem to hide it off my face

I miss my granny, I know she gone be waiting up at them gates

A lot of shit a nigga been through, but I don't like to vent

Cause don't nobody even care, and when you die they gonna forget

Don't come pull up on this block, you gonna get your wig split

Bout my money, I need my guap, they be mad I'm getting to it

I'm doing drills in a Buick ,and you a bitch you will not do it

Better stay up in the house, you better off making the music

And that chopper gotta kick it, kill a nigga if I use it