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How I Feel
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Hm
Hm, bitch, you know that I’m baby life
Hm, bitch, you know I don’t play nice
Fuck you and dip, hell nah we don't stay night
Shit don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
I don’t feel okay, I’m not finna lie
Ride’ with that Glock, I'm not supposed to fuckin’ drive
I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye
I can fuck on’ this bit’, but that ho not my type
You can try to rob me, but you got the wrong guy
We ‘done been did what we did, I ain’t gotta prove none I wouldn’t lie
I ‘done been in these fuckin’ streets since a young nigga, I ain’t gotta try
I said you arent mine baby don’t even cry
I told Velly, I bust that fire if they cross that line
My partner not ready, I told them I’m ready to shine when y’all ready to shine
Put on that drip baby take yo timе
Suck my dick, baby don’t waste time
Imma be rеal, I don’t think I wanna get signed
Imma be so real, I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of this 9
Mhm, Imma be so real, I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of this 9
We just gon’ smoke him like a drug deal
Sold em him some bullets, nigga payed the dime’
Went to catch it on A before all them niggas took that time
Don’t asked who sumo partner it ain’t mine
Don't ask what Baby EBG did
If you disrespect my fuckin’ brother, put this on the mob, nigga up that sig
I send shottas, try me, no one know how I live
Velly you high right now, please brother, don’t get in no extra shit
I’m not from florida, but nigga, don’t try me like I’m regular jit
All my Woahs got they drac, try me, we all in this shit
All my Whoas, fuckin stamp
Nigga try me, fuck yo’ camp
Wan play with the gang, we light ‘em up just like a lamp
You lie ‘bout yo stamp, then you gon’ get fan
I let the draco shine on ‘em, shot that pussy nigga got a fuckin’ tan
Huh, nigga keep talking on the fuckin’ net, we caught them niggas fuckin’ ran
Huh, catch him and flip him nigga ain’t on nothin’
Hrll, nigga play both side we call him trans
Hm, put this on the mob, killed 5 niggas for a hunnid gram
Hm, yea, he think he a vamp
Hm, yea, who the fuck got yo’ stamp
Hm, you ain’t gotta remember me, but just tell me
Why the fuck would I put my own fuckin’ career in jeopardy
Baby tell me, im thuggin’ out for sure, but you can get a better me
I don’t know why, I guess I’m not feeling your energy
Hm, bitch, you know that I’m baby life
Hm, bitch, you know I don’t play nice
Fuck you and dip, hell nah we don't stay night
Shit don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
I don’t feel okay, I’m not finna lie
Ride’ with that Glock, I'm not supposed to fuckin’ drive
I miss Kyra, I caught my first tear in my eye
I can fuck on’ this bit’, but that ho not my type
You can try to rob me, but you got the wrong guy
We ‘done been did what we did, I ain’t gotta prove none I wouldn’t lie
I ‘done been in these fuckin’ streets since a young nigga, I ain’t gotta try
Hm, yea, both my best friends locked up for a murder
Hm, I just want to tell Ma that I’m sorry, ‘cus I just know that shit hurt her
When I get so high I’m paranoid, I hope police don’t even call this burner
And I rap about all my vibes, I hope this bitch do not look in my journal
Let the 7.62 hit his face like a dermal
Hm, wet his ass up like the beat, them niggas screaming long live the murder
I told her if you hold me down, I promise I won’t hurt her
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