Feels

Yo on a bad day I probably flip ten of my stocks
Then head down to the city while I'm playing The Lox
Arranging a drop
Nigga you complaining a lot
Just be happy that you breathing and you ain't in a box
You leave it to me, eat till I'm chubby
Never been a dummy I ain't chummy if them bitches moving funny
And I peep 'em tryna copy my old flows
They want what I got and I seen 'em linking my old hoes
I could give a fuck bout what you bout
So fuck what you bout
I don't care about your bags and your spouse and your house
I don't care about your plans or your trips to the yams
Or your songs or your tapes or videos on the gram
Or your captions all you bitches cap that's a fact
Y'all niggas love the bubble gum I'll bring it back to the trap
They saying this is troublesome but I just want y'all to rap
Really push your pens to paper don't just put on a act nigga



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Writer(s): Jazmine Abner
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