Feel bad ft. S.A.D.A.M

Listen, man it's been like 17 days since I prayed, thinking will I make it through the day

Anyway, my bill's late, ain't no food up on my plate, riding dirty with no license, still looking for a place

So what you say? That you know the feeling? Don't resort to violence, gang-banging, drug dealing

Easier done when you know when your next meal is. Or if you're all alone, ain't gotta worry about no children

So save all the preaching for the church and the women in the front with the skirts, cause my ribs touching and it hurts

Go berserk for a purse or a nurse, in reverse, a nurse with a purse

Never matter which first, long as we eating. Know better defense than reach defense

Letting the op know they better guard when we fiending. Never get caught off guard when we scheming

Make sure your doors all get locked this evening, cause I gotta, I gotta

No leg to stand on, feel abandoned. But I didn't finish, cause I wasn't in it. Guess my soul wasn't filling