How You Feel

How you feel now?
It's startin' to feel so familiar
How you feel now? (LMC)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

I don't give a fuck how you feel now (hey, hey)
Getting money, starting to feel so familiar (whoa, whoa)
I just do it for my family, yeah (hey, hey)
Was at the bottom, we on top of the hill now (whoa, whoa)
I don't give a fuck how you feel now (hey, hey)
Getting money, starting to feel so familiar (whoa, whoa)
I just do it for my family, yeah (hey, hey)
Was at the bottom, we on top of the hill now

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Is it the love or lust?
I don't got nobody in my corner, who do I trust?
If you ain't family, you can't be around, get on the bus
It's like I'm from another world, 'cause all I see is us
I told her I am not a cop, it's hard for me to cuff
I put her on the block list and told her, "Get the fuck"
I poured the double cup of Wok' and yeah, it got me stuck
I'm rolling up another blunt, I'm 'bout to take a puff

Yeah, keep it real with me
Tell me how it feel when you got that record deal
Most of these niggas changed, slipped on banana peels
I seen it in your eyes, didn't wanna think it's real
We pop another bottle, we pop another seal
Been through a lot of pain, but that's what got me here
Raised my son to be a man, and never show no fear
My diamonds shining bright, just like a chandelier

No one, no one
It's hard to make a way when you come where I'm from
At the bottom of the bottom where you barely see the sun
And I've been going through depression lately, I just wanna run

You'd probably leave when you see what I've done
You would probably leave when you see what I've done
I'm a different nigga, baby girl, I'm not the one
Different type of diamonds all be on me in the sun

Brand new Amiris, I'ma stuff 'em with the dollars
My broski a shotta
He gon' go berserk, he see a opp and go, "Grrah-ta"
Smoking all damn day, I fill my lungs up with the zaza
Don't hit up my phone, leave me alone with all that rara

I don't give a fuck how you feel now (hey, hey)
Getting money, starting to feel so familiar (whoa, whoa)
I just do it for my family, yeah (hey, hey)
Was at the bottom, we on top of the hill now (whoa, whoa)
I don't give a fuck how you feel now (hey, hey)
Getting money, starting to feel so familiar (whoa, whoa)
I just do it for my family, yeah (hey, hey)
Was at the bottom, we on top of the hill now

Hey
Oh yeah, ha-ha, ha-ha
Oh yeah, okay
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Tryna take me down, but I was back on my pivot
I know you see the way I'm living, and you just don't get it
But I'ma keep grinding, I'ma shoot for the stars
You see my tattoos, more like battle scars
I know, yeah
Give me pain
But let me speak my pain
Just let me speak my pain



Credits
Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Jermiah Roach, Demetris Charles
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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