Feel This

I Feel This

I wake up to da smell of dope I got up in that sack
Yu know where my mind is at is it some backwoods in dat pack
Aw fuck this shit is empty I pressed down an it was flat
The hood charging for dem bitches so I try avoiding that

Hit 8.24 4 Ah fronto but Brody say he doin bad
Billion down to have a pack im finna pull up to his pad
An guess what Jus my luck he smoke the last of what he had
Got me ready to do some heavy shit cuz shit is gettin sad

If I get it on my own den it's gne be exactly dat
Blaze a thumper to my dome dat shit gne have me on my ass

Percocet molly Percocet Da cookies hit my chest I'm somewhere high up ina jects
Yea dat bitch a semi auto but I shoot it like a tec
I be high for every nigga soul dat had been put to rest
My mama praying for me daily so a nigga feelin blessed
An shit been goin up Lately I ain't been even feelin stressed

I Feel This

I gotta wood full of blues an Da tallest cup of juice
This shit been burnin for a few My cup ain't moved in 1 or 2
Hours smokin on dat power cloudy like a shower
Take a trip to Boston jus to eat the finest clam chowder

Ima boss we don't trip off cost an shout out to my doubters
Without Yu I wouldn't a blew an Now dey faces lookin sour
We da hottest shit up out it test the hand an get devoured
Hit the jects laugh about it while we roll a pound of flowers

Exotic dope the thickest smoke feel like is sticking in my throat
Here take this fuckin wood I ain't tryna Hit this shit no mo
Niggas knowin how we smoke we roll em stoag 3 five to cope
Have lil baby take my gap no smell is stickin to my coat