How You Feel (feat. King Taee)
I gotta go hard they ain't gone pay me off my skills
I think bout' Ray everyday sometimes I get the chills
Pop a perc then after that I pop a seal
You gotta let yo feelings out
Its gone hurt to hold it in
Bae' don't be scared you can tell me how you feel
Stay the same no I ain't changin' how I live
What you gone do for me?
Just show me you for me
So I know that it's real
No I cant be doing shit for free
I'm all about A dollar bill
Anybody could pick up a strap you don't need license to kill
Them young-ins setting souls on fire bitch this ain't no drill
These niggas made of plastic all my niggas ride with they steel
Keep a shoota' on my side I'm J Wall he Bradley Beal
I was fuckin' bitches off ecstasy I know my ex mad at me still
Keep a lil whop on me but I got dog shit at the crib
I hope the feds don't catch me I'm driving dirty plus I got dirty piss
My momma' say I'm stressing her out I got lean all in her fridge
Fuck what they say don't pay em no mind we gone get rich
Aye me and Tae got this we run the world and run yo bitch
We got toys but don't play w me boy cause I'm not 6
I be off plenty medication I like the taste no I'm not sick
I'll do anything for my lil bro Dominic
It was over a gram if I was giving Dom' a nick
We looked like Klay and Steph on the court I swear me and Tom was it
Big Balenciagas we gone step on all opposites
Or whoever wanna politic
I gotta go hard they ain't gone pay me off my skills
I think bout' Ray everyday sometimes I get the chills
Pop a perc then after that I pop a seal
You gotta let yo feelings out
Its gone hurt to hold it in
Bae' don't be scared you can tell me how you feel
Stay the same no I ain't changin' how I live
What you gone do for me?
Just show me you for me
So I know that it's real
No I cant be doing shit for free
I'm all about A dollar bill
Bitch I'm bout' A dollar bill
I just lost Baby Ray I swear to god it don't feel real
And I still dropping tears for every nigga that ain't here
Why you have to leave me all alone with pain that never heal
No, no, I really miss my dawg
No, no, you really broke my heart, Why you go?
And you know I'm still goin' hard for you bro
Let a nigga disrespect you Ima tag his toe
Ima run a bag up all my brother wanted was some dough
Fresh kicks, fresh fit, chillin with some pretty hoes
When I needed somewhere to live my brother gave me a home
Met my nigga way back we was kids never thought you'd be gone
Man I feel like Shaq, I lost my Kobe
How the fuck you leave me all alone
Bitch I loved you and I know you know
Just like we used to ditch class, It wasn't your time to go
It wasn't your time to go
It wasn't your time to go
I gotta go hard they ain't gone pay me off my skills
I think bout' Ray everyday sometimes I get the chills
Pop a perc then after that I pop a seal
You gotta let yo feelings out
Its gone hurt to hold it in
Bae' don't be scared you can tell me how you feel
Stay the same no I ain't changin' how I live
What you gone do for me?
Just show me you for me
So I know that it's real
No I cant be doing shit for free
I'm all about A dollar bill
I think bout' Ray everyday sometimes I get the chills
Pop a perc then after that I pop a seal
You gotta let yo feelings out
Its gone hurt to hold it in
Bae' don't be scared you can tell me how you feel
Stay the same no I ain't changin' how I live
What you gone do for me?
Just show me you for me
So I know that it's real
No I cant be doing shit for free
I'm all about A dollar bill
Anybody could pick up a strap you don't need license to kill
Them young-ins setting souls on fire bitch this ain't no drill
These niggas made of plastic all my niggas ride with they steel
Keep a shoota' on my side I'm J Wall he Bradley Beal
I was fuckin' bitches off ecstasy I know my ex mad at me still
Keep a lil whop on me but I got dog shit at the crib
I hope the feds don't catch me I'm driving dirty plus I got dirty piss
My momma' say I'm stressing her out I got lean all in her fridge
Fuck what they say don't pay em no mind we gone get rich
Aye me and Tae got this we run the world and run yo bitch
We got toys but don't play w me boy cause I'm not 6
I be off plenty medication I like the taste no I'm not sick
I'll do anything for my lil bro Dominic
It was over a gram if I was giving Dom' a nick
We looked like Klay and Steph on the court I swear me and Tom was it
Big Balenciagas we gone step on all opposites
Or whoever wanna politic
I gotta go hard they ain't gone pay me off my skills
I think bout' Ray everyday sometimes I get the chills
Pop a perc then after that I pop a seal
You gotta let yo feelings out
Its gone hurt to hold it in
Bae' don't be scared you can tell me how you feel
Stay the same no I ain't changin' how I live
What you gone do for me?
Just show me you for me
So I know that it's real
No I cant be doing shit for free
I'm all about A dollar bill
Bitch I'm bout' A dollar bill
I just lost Baby Ray I swear to god it don't feel real
And I still dropping tears for every nigga that ain't here
Why you have to leave me all alone with pain that never heal
No, no, I really miss my dawg
No, no, you really broke my heart, Why you go?
And you know I'm still goin' hard for you bro
Let a nigga disrespect you Ima tag his toe
Ima run a bag up all my brother wanted was some dough
Fresh kicks, fresh fit, chillin with some pretty hoes
When I needed somewhere to live my brother gave me a home
Met my nigga way back we was kids never thought you'd be gone
Man I feel like Shaq, I lost my Kobe
How the fuck you leave me all alone
Bitch I loved you and I know you know
Just like we used to ditch class, It wasn't your time to go
It wasn't your time to go
It wasn't your time to go
I gotta go hard they ain't gone pay me off my skills
I think bout' Ray everyday sometimes I get the chills
Pop a perc then after that I pop a seal
You gotta let yo feelings out
Its gone hurt to hold it in
Bae' don't be scared you can tell me how you feel
Stay the same no I ain't changin' how I live
What you gone do for me?
Just show me you for me
So I know that it's real
No I cant be doing shit for free
I'm all about A dollar bill
Credits
Writer(s): Camren Cline
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