Feeling Myself (feat. Bastet)
Correction statements never make a man
They just make a fool that could never stand
Nigga I am not from this land
Niggas get by doing what they can
Some people fly and some people stand
Had to knock you up out your evil plan
Niggas try to act like they fucking fans
You ain't eating mine, you ain't in the clan
Not a problem when it's someone else's blood you're using
All that shit you saying, but it might not sound confusing
Living your life, pursuing the fucking music
Doing the shit, but there wasn't nothing to it
Goddamn
I'm just tryna make it out the ville with my fam
All these niggas up in my face like spam
Not ever believing in the love, Yes ma'am
Who cares
I'm a G
Might see
All these other niggas in the field like beasts
You might let a nigga stomp ya face with the cleats
I could never let another nigga be me
What's real
I'm Trill
I could never let em know how I feel
Diving in the pussy like I'm navy seal
Nigga picking off a pass like a steal
Have you ever sat down contemplating over the stupidest shit
If you sit down now you gonna lose the crown and then you get hit
Niggas be talking that shit, and then I pull up, and my punches stick
Nina 9, number nine, on my side
Niggas think that I'm John Wick
I'm feeling myself, don't doubt it
I could see you sneaking
Ratchet shit
Shield on my mental, fact
Yea, just having my back
I won't fill your lack
Some, they bugging, they feel like a trap
They feel like a trap
Just feeling myself, yeah
Feeling myself
They just make a fool that could never stand
Nigga I am not from this land
Niggas get by doing what they can
Some people fly and some people stand
Had to knock you up out your evil plan
Niggas try to act like they fucking fans
You ain't eating mine, you ain't in the clan
Not a problem when it's someone else's blood you're using
All that shit you saying, but it might not sound confusing
Living your life, pursuing the fucking music
Doing the shit, but there wasn't nothing to it
Goddamn
I'm just tryna make it out the ville with my fam
All these niggas up in my face like spam
Not ever believing in the love, Yes ma'am
Who cares
I'm a G
Might see
All these other niggas in the field like beasts
You might let a nigga stomp ya face with the cleats
I could never let another nigga be me
What's real
I'm Trill
I could never let em know how I feel
Diving in the pussy like I'm navy seal
Nigga picking off a pass like a steal
Have you ever sat down contemplating over the stupidest shit
If you sit down now you gonna lose the crown and then you get hit
Niggas be talking that shit, and then I pull up, and my punches stick
Nina 9, number nine, on my side
Niggas think that I'm John Wick
I'm feeling myself, don't doubt it
I could see you sneaking
Ratchet shit
Shield on my mental, fact
Yea, just having my back
I won't fill your lack
Some, they bugging, they feel like a trap
They feel like a trap
Just feeling myself, yeah
Feeling myself
Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Kennemore
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