Feel It
Reece, take 'em to church
Everybody say it's love but I don't believe it
Gotta keep a glock today, you might just need it
Pull it out, I'll let it spray, and make 'em feel it
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it
One thing about lil' Jack, that nigga gon' go get it
Married to the racks, I swear that I'm committed
All these chains on me, would've thought I just got convicted
Now baby I'm in a Lamb, I'm going down the road of riches
I dropped diamonds on my chain, fresh up out the cell
Was fuckin' on yo' bitch that night but I won't kiss and tell
She addicted to the kid like I dropped a spell
I'm tryna beat the pussy up, I'm tryna leave it swell
Fuck all my opps, I'm throwing bullеts at 'em, Odell
His momma mad that he diеd, bitch, oh well
He ain't fuckin' with my click, bitch we movin' like the cartel
Play with me, he gettin' zipped, choppas singing like Adele
You niggas ain't nothin' like me, we from 2 different fabrics
That lil' bitch, can't be with her,
I tell him, "Gon' blow that bitch laughing"
Just like that lil' bitch was happy to see a nigga down bad
I'm in love with myself, I never needed your fuckin' clown ass
With my lil' raw ass, I made a mill, now I want mo' cash
To keep it trill I'm walking 'round with yo' stash
Keep it still, I'll put this bitch on yo' ass
Don't need to pop, them pistols gon' blast
Don't got no point to prove but I'm still on that
Everybody say it's love but I don't believe it
Gotta keep a glock today, you might just need it
Pull it out, I'll let it spray, and make 'em feel it
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it
One thing about lil' Jack, that nigga gon' go get it
Married to the racks, I swear that I'm committed
All these chains on me, would've thought I just got convicted
Now baby I'm in a Lamb, I'm going down the road of riches
Gimme the credit I deserve
Lord knows I put in work
I done got it out the mud, got my nails full of dirt
If you ask me, no one would go harder than me on this fuckin' earth
I'm the thug, these rap niggas be talkin' 'bout it in all of they verse
Time after time, on the grind tryin' to make the world mine
I done took so much loss and now a nigga starting to shine
And I did it with my rhymes, had to go commit no crime
But I'm still with it for my family, I'll go back to bag and dine
Tryna make it home to my family so I still pack a .9
Shit be real grimy in these streets so I'll be watchin' for the sign
And when we ridin' with that heat I'm like D-Wade in his prime
And shit wasn't gay to me, I had a ticket of makin' money
I totally got overlooked, you would've thought they all was blind
I was posted up with them crooks
From the bottom we had to climb, to the top
But everything still ain't fuckin' fine
Made it out the box
But sometimes I still feel like I'm inside
Everybody say it's love but I don't believe it
Gotta keep a glock today, you might just need it
Pull it out, I'll let it spray, and make 'em feel it
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it
One thing about lil' Jack, that nigga gon' go get it
Married to the racks, I swear that I'm committed
All these chains on me, would've thought I just got convicted
Now baby I'm in a Lamb, I'm going down the road of riches
Everybody say it's love but I don't believe it
Gotta keep a glock today, you might just need it
Pull it out, I'll let it spray, and make 'em feel it
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it
One thing about lil' Jack, that nigga gon' go get it
Married to the racks, I swear that I'm committed
All these chains on me, would've thought I just got convicted
Now baby I'm in a Lamb, I'm going down the road of riches
I dropped diamonds on my chain, fresh up out the cell
Was fuckin' on yo' bitch that night but I won't kiss and tell
She addicted to the kid like I dropped a spell
I'm tryna beat the pussy up, I'm tryna leave it swell
Fuck all my opps, I'm throwing bullеts at 'em, Odell
His momma mad that he diеd, bitch, oh well
He ain't fuckin' with my click, bitch we movin' like the cartel
Play with me, he gettin' zipped, choppas singing like Adele
You niggas ain't nothin' like me, we from 2 different fabrics
That lil' bitch, can't be with her,
I tell him, "Gon' blow that bitch laughing"
Just like that lil' bitch was happy to see a nigga down bad
I'm in love with myself, I never needed your fuckin' clown ass
With my lil' raw ass, I made a mill, now I want mo' cash
To keep it trill I'm walking 'round with yo' stash
Keep it still, I'll put this bitch on yo' ass
Don't need to pop, them pistols gon' blast
Don't got no point to prove but I'm still on that
Everybody say it's love but I don't believe it
Gotta keep a glock today, you might just need it
Pull it out, I'll let it spray, and make 'em feel it
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it
One thing about lil' Jack, that nigga gon' go get it
Married to the racks, I swear that I'm committed
All these chains on me, would've thought I just got convicted
Now baby I'm in a Lamb, I'm going down the road of riches
Gimme the credit I deserve
Lord knows I put in work
I done got it out the mud, got my nails full of dirt
If you ask me, no one would go harder than me on this fuckin' earth
I'm the thug, these rap niggas be talkin' 'bout it in all of they verse
Time after time, on the grind tryin' to make the world mine
I done took so much loss and now a nigga starting to shine
And I did it with my rhymes, had to go commit no crime
But I'm still with it for my family, I'll go back to bag and dine
Tryna make it home to my family so I still pack a .9
Shit be real grimy in these streets so I'll be watchin' for the sign
And when we ridin' with that heat I'm like D-Wade in his prime
And shit wasn't gay to me, I had a ticket of makin' money
I totally got overlooked, you would've thought they all was blind
I was posted up with them crooks
From the bottom we had to climb, to the top
But everything still ain't fuckin' fine
Made it out the box
But sometimes I still feel like I'm inside
Everybody say it's love but I don't believe it
Gotta keep a glock today, you might just need it
Pull it out, I'll let it spray, and make 'em feel it
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it
One thing about lil' Jack, that nigga gon' go get it
Married to the racks, I swear that I'm committed
All these chains on me, would've thought I just got convicted
Now baby I'm in a Lamb, I'm going down the road of riches
Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Ivory, Pierre Delince, Tomario Wilson Buford
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