BOOK REPORT (feat. Feel Good Finesse)

Yeah
Oh yeah
Take ya coat off
Stay a while

Yo
Weathering storms for sport
On the paper like a book report
The main course of course
Plenty coats keep these
C notes warm
Up in the cut just like
Some Neosporin
Say the word
I'm at ya front door
Ready for war
Nigga got beef?
Raising the stakes
And ya blood pressure
Yessir
On ya head more than
A new era
A terror I've become
From the slums
The belly
Woah Nelly
Ee Eye
Ee Eye
Uh Oh
Ready to rumble
Heavy Heavy
Steady Steady Now
Everywhere I be around
Seen by many
Word to Steve Buscemi
Googly eyeing the style
Front of the deli
Smoking weed
Looking like them niggas
Momma told me not to be
Except I stunt
Since the money up
Yup!
Gold frame Ray Bans
Transition since the sun is up
And they prescriptions nigga

Yo yo yo
Feel good
Who don't wanna feel good?
Feel good

$80 dollars eighths on the taste buds
Smoked half the pack
And forgot what ya name was
My pockets acting different
They changed up
I make a play and match
Ya biweekly paystub
I shaped up
Smooth nigga with a taper
I'm often imitated not a duplicator
Feel good keep the buzz
Going like cicadas
Couldn't buy this style
Even if you had the paper
They say that they
Real than they metamorph
Stand tall on my 10 toes
And you been dwarf
Sun shine too bright
For it to be ignored
Versace shades
And the temple olive green tone
In San Marino
With red color Porsche
Who doesn't wanna feel good
Nothing more
Treat this world like a bank drawer
Came in with nothing
And got more than what I came for
I be standing on my square
On this chess board
You be out looking like
A square on the dance floor
I be winning going places
That they can't go
Running in the same place
That's why ya wind slow
Yea
These niggas know they super mid
Like an alto
Only getting money what I'm into



Credits
Writer(s): Vaneck Bernier Ii
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