U Feel Me?

How the fuck I'm gone change, after everything I overcame
Born in the ghetto, serve shit for dinero
I rather chase money than fame
You can't see me baby, I stay in my lane
Thinking bout dollas, and models, and wockesha bottles
A player and you know the game

Ask me how it feel to watch your bitch fuck another bitch
Ask me how it feel to serve these drugs and cop another whip
Ask me how it feel to trust your dog and watch that bitch switch
Ask me how it feel when they said I'd never be shit
Ask me how it feel, ask me ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, baby ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, ask me ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, ask me ask me how it feel

Yeah
Hustle so I don't worry about costs
I put my bitch in designer, so she could pop out with her friends and show off
Took a thizzy like Mac Dre, feelin' myself, so I'm finna go off
Click full of bosses, always stuck on profits, halo on your head if you cross
Yeah
Ride with my dogs, yeah, right or wrong
Serve the mid to you, but I'm smoking strong
I got rich on you and it hit home
I got rich on you and I brought it home
Harder to sleep when your geeked
Centerfold blowin' my line, but the magazine bringing me peace
Finesse till I'm deceased
Money counter on the counter, and its countin' it up for me
Now days they always round me like

Ask me how it feel to watch your bitch fuck another bitch
Ask me how it feel to serve these drugs and cop another whip
Ask me how it feel to trust your dog and watch that bitch switch
Ask me how it feel when they said I'd never be shit
Ask me how it feel, baby ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, baby ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, ask me ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, ask me ask me how it feel
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Rashidul Alam
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