Feet Out the Car

As the sun shines down on my face
I feel its warm embrace
I think about this cold world
Oh missing that girl
A life in sunshine it won't hide my sorrow
So I'll wait for the clouds and I cry tomorrow

I'm getting real cake, no ice on him, this that real, aye
Fuck stunting keep it a hundred, you niggas real fake
Off the charts 300 bars, you niggas real late
Coasting wit my feet out the car, I'm feeling real great

Ain't rich yet but I'm working on it
Any beat that I'm on you better believe that I'll put a hurting on it
Modena mode, I'm naturally calm but I go berserk when on em
I body these rappers and body bag em then throw dirt up on em (Throw dirt up on em)
Paving the way, you know the hate it never goes away
Sorry I can't reply I gotta do another show today
Know when I get that doe I'm hitting the road with all my bro's and bae
Know when I hit that road its toe to toe like fuck my foes today
Know when I hit my foes they bout to need another backup plan
Never let up off em hit em back to back like traffic jam
Aiming to numb the pain, they gone need to pop a half a Xan
Passing out ass whoopings, they couldn't take a half a can
Yea, yea, yea money's the motivation
I cock and aim and blow the lid off every goal I'm chasing
Look in the mirror and see the only real foe I'm facing
I tell these haters play they role and tell these hoes be patient (And tell these hoes be Patient)

I'm getting real
This that real, aye, I'm getting
No ice on him
Fuck stunting keep it a hundred, you niggas real fake
Coasting wit my feet out the car, I'm feeling real
Coasting wit my feet out the car, I'm feeling real great
Coasting wit my feet out the car, I'm feeling real great
Whole hood feet out the car
Bitches be shooting shots like Curry, ready to risk it all
The way I ball got em looking like I know he made it
I feel no ways but I make em feel like the only favorite
I set the bar and do what my haters could never do
I never settle that's something that I will never do
I'm tryna see my family eat and get that cheddar too
Look at em eating and be like look at what heaven do
Villas with better views

Fuck stunting keep it a hundred, you niggas real fake
Off the charts 300 bars, you niggas real late
Coasting wit my feet out the car, I'm feeling real great (Real)
I'm feeling real great (Real)



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Writer(s): Jonathan Allen
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