Feelins Freestyle

Don't take me for a joke I ain't stupid
Make you bitches fall in love call me Cupid
If that's your bitch why she choosing
Money poking out my pockets can't lose it
Momma born in the 80s she ain't want a baby
Now these bitches calling me brazy Baby
He holding a 40 and still never aimed it
Pussy nigga show the kid that you dangerous

Big dawg said shoot, why the fuck you ain't ain't shoot?
Could of took my life that night but you pussy
Man I should of took you
Should of made his momma cry but fuck that's some shit I can't do
And I know real recognize real that's why I couldn't recognize you

And I used to take perky pills too much and smoke them blunts
And I never would of thought it would be my own dawgs to take my stuff
And I'm still 10 toes though it's been 2 years shit times got tough
When times get rough real niggas don't cry real niggas take drugs

Don't ask for daps I don't know you niggas, bitches can't get a hug
And because of my gender these fuckin bitches think I just wanna fuck
And that shawty a treesh lil' nigga I ain't stupid no falling in love
Niggas know I'm a slut cuz I'm down for whatever just show me what's up

Chapo showed me the bread, he told me go get it and never fuck with no fu' niggas
Said the clip is extended, fill him lead and show the fuck niggas the snooze button
Nigga stop all the hot shit, bitches talk a lot a nonsense
Jumping niggas like a mosh pit, nigga show me where the glock is
Bitches ask me where the cock is, diamonds dancing on the clock shit
Xanax got the kid retarded, love it got a nigga heartless
Me and my niggas was starving, kill me now so I could stop it
Heart broken I dont trust shit, please don't make me fall in love
First show a nigga that you real

I don't know what's the deal?
Nigga all in his feels
Man I'm popping a pill
Whatever it is, don't know what it is
Fuck that love it ain't real
My old jewelry wasn't real
Not afraid to admit that
'Cause now niggas know how I live

Money coming nigga money jumping like we playing some mo'fuckin leap frog
I'm with some niggas who be bout they bread and we balancing bread on a seesaw
I'm with bitches who be bout some different shit they riding and screaming out yeehaw
I ain't even really stressing bout a bitch cuz money told me I don't need her

I ain't even smoking weed nah, why is it hard to believe huh
I promised her I'd never leave her, so fuck I blame the other treesh huh
I don't know why she left me nigga, so dont mo'fuckin question me
Niggas be stressing me
Don't fuckin stress me nigga, all you niggas is dead to me
My only friends "Becky, Tracey and Bethany "
I'm in a party and molly is next to me
When I was born I was living on trethewey
Me and my mom had to get it the harder way
Niggas they know that I ball like Tim Hardaway

And bitches is capping made me throw my heart away

I love my momma she a father figure
'Cause my dad he really tried to bail on niggas
Like shit, I think I might hate that nigga
Like I think about shit everyday my nigga
Why'd she leave me nigga? I was good to her
Why'd they switch up on me? Like who can I trust
Shit gets sticky that's why brodie keep a gun
And I started thinking I'm in need of one

When I fell in love I started taking drugs
And all them pills be messing with my head
I be in my feels I been going dumb
They gonna lay me dead
The oppianas want my head, my ex she probably want me dead
I be thinking bout some suicidal shit whenever I'm laying in bed

I don't know what's the deal?
Nigga all in his feels
Man I'm popping a pill
Whatever it is, don't know what it is
Fuck that love it ain't real
My old jewelry wasn't real
Not afraid to admit that
'Cause now niggas know how I live

I don't know what's the deal?
Nigga all in his feels
Man I'm popping a pill
Whatever it is, don't know what it is
Fuck that love it ain't real
My old jewelry wasn't real
Not afraid to admit that
'Cause now niggas know how I live



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Writer(s): Amarye Campbell
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