Feelings (feat. EST Gee & Rick Ross)

MD we ain't even goin to need a clean version for this one,
This strictly for the streets

I'm sayin tho I come from Oakland (straight up)
Land of the mothafuckin rocks,
City of the dope Shout out to my Memphis niggas (Supa)
Takin this shit to Kentucky back down to Miami
I'm sayin tho like -I'm blessed by the real niggas
I come from big E I fuck with lil D
Big Jook bless me, grip the CEO
Aye Feez comin home too You feel me

Still ballin in the lockout
Switches on them yinkies
You dare me soon as I hop out
I made niggas turn into gamers
They aint wanna pop out
I know Unk just had the taste once he knew it was a knockout
Rappin bein one of my talents shit I never thought that bout
I was sliding with lil Dev
trying to hit our mans soon as he walked out
Since he passed – I be missing my brother bad So I be living fast
I was buying bodies way before I bought a bitch a ass
Do a plug bad run off as soon as I run up my tab
A made nigga I sent ten hits sent 2020 Im a grave filler
Real cocaine flipper Hank hitter
Hopefully the junkie don't say this shit taste different
Made a million in the pandemic I took a picture on Gotti's page wit it
5500 red zone gang member yea
5500 red zone gang member yea

I'm sayin nigga only mad cause im realer than em
I said im realer than em
I said a nigga only mad cause im richer than em
I said im richer than em
Get up in your bag Hop out of your feelings nigga
Get up in your bag Hop out of your feelings n*gga

I put money on your head
Like forgiatos on the whip
Never use a cut so nigga keep out the mix
Emeralds in the watch Double R's stamp on the bricks
Thought it was a problem but you know I got it fixed
Ten bands call them tin man
Cause all it take is ten bands for the hit man Im so rich
Quarter billion and it's documented
I hope you not offended cause im bout my business
I got a thousand bitches
My money number one Fuck how you others feel
I do this for my sons Fuck how they mothers feel
Drop by in broad day Ima tryin to parlae
I got on all my jewels We in the dark days
Fuck niggas droppin dead Choppa we cop a head
I give her shoppin bread She give me sloppy head
You know she in my dm Prayin she get to see him
I let her roll the smoke And count up all the re up

I'm sayin nigga only mad cause im realer than em
I said im realer than em
I said a nigga only mad cause im richer than em
I said im richin than em
Get up in your bag Hop out of your feelings nigga
Get up in your bag Hop out of your feelings nigga
Smitty and Klep, let's get this mothafuckin money...