How I Been Feeling
(Oh my gosh Legazy, y-y-you killed this!)
Uh, yeah
From Sunday to Sunday
I been touching major bags
We call that a fun day
(Facts)
And I been touching bands before
Did that on my worst days
The streets ain't been the same no more
No same happy birthdays
And I been going hard since I lost you
My brothers and yo kids yeah we got you
Cus yeah we on the same thing
Me and Cash, we grew up on the same thing
Started off as little kids and now he gangbang
Started off with couples P's and now he running shit
Couple months later he helping out the government
Rat
I'm with the same niggas
Call that the same crew
I prolly need a Masi, I prolly need a coupe
I remember my breakfast, it's Percocets and juice
Juice
Juice, juice, juice
And I been going hard for my mains
I been going hard for my gang
Somebody who doesn't notice me
Promise you I'll be somebody
So just give me some time
Tryna figure out if ima be a father or ima rap
I can do both and juggle it, carry that shit on my back
Yeah
30,000 feet in the air while I'm writing this
Told my brother she a hoe, he still wifed the bitch
And my fault talking about women but I don't like that shit
Stay loyal to the soil, watch what comes with it, yeah
(Yeah)
And my body different, these streets they gon' feel me
But shit ain't the same no more, the shit looking filthy
The shit looking wicked
(Looking wicked)
And I promise they'll never love you like I do
(They'll never ever like I do)
Shit ain't the same no more, the shit looking crazy
Started off with a dollar, hustle turned to my father
I loved you Maddy babygirl cus you my only daughter, facts
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Riding tinted never notice me
It's crazy how true friends could turn to real enemies
(Facts)
And I ain't never been a snake, I got loyalty
I was so broke I couldn't help 'em with them lawyers fees
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm sorry, I really love you mommy
When I was outside, you was crying inside
As kids we ain't know, as teens had to grow
If I never sign a deal back to college I go
Go
(Go, go, go, yeah)
(And they ain't worried bout me so I worry bout myself, yeah)
(And they ain't worried bout me so I gotta worry bout myself, yeah)
Uh, yeah
From Sunday to Sunday
I been touching major bags
We call that a fun day
(Facts)
And I been touching bands before
Did that on my worst days
The streets ain't been the same no more
No same happy birthdays
And I been going hard since I lost you
My brothers and yo kids yeah we got you
Cus yeah we on the same thing
Me and Cash, we grew up on the same thing
Started off as little kids and now he gangbang
Started off with couples P's and now he running shit
Couple months later he helping out the government
Rat
I'm with the same niggas
Call that the same crew
I prolly need a Masi, I prolly need a coupe
I remember my breakfast, it's Percocets and juice
Juice
Juice, juice, juice
And I been going hard for my mains
I been going hard for my gang
Somebody who doesn't notice me
Promise you I'll be somebody
So just give me some time
Tryna figure out if ima be a father or ima rap
I can do both and juggle it, carry that shit on my back
Yeah
30,000 feet in the air while I'm writing this
Told my brother she a hoe, he still wifed the bitch
And my fault talking about women but I don't like that shit
Stay loyal to the soil, watch what comes with it, yeah
(Yeah)
And my body different, these streets they gon' feel me
But shit ain't the same no more, the shit looking filthy
The shit looking wicked
(Looking wicked)
And I promise they'll never love you like I do
(They'll never ever like I do)
Shit ain't the same no more, the shit looking crazy
Started off with a dollar, hustle turned to my father
I loved you Maddy babygirl cus you my only daughter, facts
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Riding tinted never notice me
It's crazy how true friends could turn to real enemies
(Facts)
And I ain't never been a snake, I got loyalty
I was so broke I couldn't help 'em with them lawyers fees
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm sorry, I really love you mommy
When I was outside, you was crying inside
As kids we ain't know, as teens had to grow
If I never sign a deal back to college I go
Go
(Go, go, go, yeah)
(And they ain't worried bout me so I worry bout myself, yeah)
(And they ain't worried bout me so I gotta worry bout myself, yeah)
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Writer(s): David Taveras
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