Spiritual Feeling
In the mind of this wolf I see sheep and I'm eating that
I remember we was all hungry we was hungry we was eating scraps
Was raised by wolves then I ended up breeding that
Paid enough attention now I need it back
A vegan must've cooked this dish I can't find the beef
Opp niggas saying it's war they playing hide and seek
I swear you niggas vaginas sweet
Out here chasing these millz this gun loud as meek
Making pussies out of the niggas that you idolize
Foreseen it then ended up doing how I prophecies
Everybody claiming they fire they ain't hot as I
If I shot my shot I swear I won't miss I can drop the sky
This hot shit take the cold outta niggas this shit theraful
You say you the best but I promise we ain't hearing you
And and I got it locked my vision is bout as clear as you
Felt in my soul now my spirit bout to feel it too
Them demons they was after my soul tryna steal the shit
Ride thru the block they killed ant on tryna spin the shit
Popped a 30 in the drake I'm tryna pill
But that nigga bagged so now I gotta deal with it
Tryna get mind together then lost tyrock
Bent got 26 then I heard that his my moms shot
I was down south for a month facing a palm box
Yeah the devil wanna see my grind stop
And my bars went up again this shit is top notch
Can't step in the box with this rock nigga this shit hop scotch
If u from my hood then I love u you rock like I rock
And if not then we throwing shots til his heart stop
I always gotta talk about life but the reaper near
And he looked me right in my eyes and didn't see no fear
My soul my cry but I swear you won't see no tears
Shit my bitch up and left and I didn't even care
Shit they ask me why I do this
I'm Jesus when I spit I'm turning words into food bitch
And nah u ain't a cop j Reid you a tru snitch
And if u ever tell on use we letting tools rip
Beat a nigga ass in broad day on the news shit
Gotta Tell momma I'm sorry im on that goon shit
Back when I just had the mop hat had the broom stick
And I still won't lose bitch
Remember the first day of school I had a fucking gun
They was talking freshmen Friday are u fucking dumb
And my gun a horny teen it's tryna get em some
Thought it was the bell but the 40 rung
I remember we was all hungry we was hungry we was eating scraps
Was raised by wolves then I ended up breeding that
Paid enough attention now I need it back
A vegan must've cooked this dish I can't find the beef
Opp niggas saying it's war they playing hide and seek
I swear you niggas vaginas sweet
Out here chasing these millz this gun loud as meek
Making pussies out of the niggas that you idolize
Foreseen it then ended up doing how I prophecies
Everybody claiming they fire they ain't hot as I
If I shot my shot I swear I won't miss I can drop the sky
This hot shit take the cold outta niggas this shit theraful
You say you the best but I promise we ain't hearing you
And and I got it locked my vision is bout as clear as you
Felt in my soul now my spirit bout to feel it too
Them demons they was after my soul tryna steal the shit
Ride thru the block they killed ant on tryna spin the shit
Popped a 30 in the drake I'm tryna pill
But that nigga bagged so now I gotta deal with it
Tryna get mind together then lost tyrock
Bent got 26 then I heard that his my moms shot
I was down south for a month facing a palm box
Yeah the devil wanna see my grind stop
And my bars went up again this shit is top notch
Can't step in the box with this rock nigga this shit hop scotch
If u from my hood then I love u you rock like I rock
And if not then we throwing shots til his heart stop
I always gotta talk about life but the reaper near
And he looked me right in my eyes and didn't see no fear
My soul my cry but I swear you won't see no tears
Shit my bitch up and left and I didn't even care
Shit they ask me why I do this
I'm Jesus when I spit I'm turning words into food bitch
And nah u ain't a cop j Reid you a tru snitch
And if u ever tell on use we letting tools rip
Beat a nigga ass in broad day on the news shit
Gotta Tell momma I'm sorry im on that goon shit
Back when I just had the mop hat had the broom stick
And I still won't lose bitch
Remember the first day of school I had a fucking gun
They was talking freshmen Friday are u fucking dumb
And my gun a horny teen it's tryna get em some
Thought it was the bell but the 40 rung
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Writer(s): Milrock Gwap
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