Feel Myself

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Yeah,
Yea I came back and I feel myself
I was down bad, I don't need y'all help
Yeah, I'm movin' way too different, I'ma dodge that cell
I came back to the Yo, then I doubled my wealth

The way I'm out your reach, bitch, I'm on the top shelf
I know bitches was callin', but I'm ballin
Time is money, it's callin', I'm all in
I'ma be straight regardless, I'm heartless

The way your own city, hate you, oh my God, so shockin
I know that shit's so real, what I be talkin
I'm duck and dodging the pigs, yeah, I'm on offense
I was tryin' to work, but it seemed like they weren't serious

Movin' too hard like I'm in the fast and furious
Yeah, I got a vision, but my people wasn't hearin' it
Took control of my life, so now I'm stearin' it
I'm throwin' up gang signs, I feel like Meridith

Breaking bread with the gang, yeah, that's how we sharing it
Tryna put my demons on a plane like they some terrorists
I'm feelin' so great when I riding down the block still
Still chillin' even when I'm in the opps villa

Your mans steady postin' quotes, but he not real
I ain't no killer, but I still a get you popped still
I ain't do enough, but they say I need to stop still
I just can't stop until I cop a couple Hot Wheels

They think I'm too different, but I still don't give a fuck still
He tryna squash that shit, but nah, I say it's up still
Aye pick your poison nigga, down the hill, or up the hill
I took his bitch and now she beggin' me to fuck for real

I'm feelin' myself, you niggas get dealt with
You mad as hell, I'm coppin' some new shit
I walk down with the hoodie, but I'm not a boogie
Sneak dissin' on my name, but they won't say that to me

I'm tryna toughen up you niggas, aye shout out to the bullies
Gotta drop off some game and save some for the rookies
I need all my shit now, yeah, aye I'm paid n' fully
Daytime up on that block like Shaquille O'Neal

I wonder if I ain't rap would she love me still
I got sons out this bitch, man, I'm feelin' like Zeus
I got your bitch up on The Weeknd and she lovin' the crew
You coulda been a Luke Combs, but she not lovin' on you

He only tough up on the gram,I'm tryna tell you the truth
I knew that boy was a ham, I never seen him with fruit
It don't make a difference, but the hunnids be still blue
Yeah, I'm movin' harder and harder

Got some new bitches signin' up on my roster
Seen them run off with the sauce, I knew I was a father
Yeah, shout out Hoodville
I'm still movin' how I want when I'm in the hood still

Yeah, I came back and I feel myself
I was down bad, I don't need y'all help
Yeah, I'm movin' way too different, I'ma dodge that cell
I came back to the Yo, then I doubled my wealth

The way I'm out your reach, bitch, I'm on the top shelf
I know bitches was callin', but I'm ballin
Time is money, it's callin', I'm all in
I'ma be straight regardless, I'm heartless



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Writer(s): Kevon Weaver
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