Feel (intro)
Yes, yes (cigarettes)
Tell a nigga how he's supposed to feel (how I'm supposed to feel, please please)
How I'm supposed to feel (how you supposed to feel?)
Tell a nigga how he's supposed to feel
How ya feel now?
How ya feel now?
How ya feel now?
How ya feel now?
I feel like I'm stuck still (still)
Stand still
Pop pills
Get real (aye ayeah ayeeah)
Yeah, get real
Pop, pop pills (pop, pop, pop, pop pills)
The drugs too weak to kill me
The doc's can't wait to bill me
I'm just waiting for you to call
And, he cops can't wait to kill me
They gon' bury me up under the cell
Granny pray for me
People wish me well
Mama can you hear me yell?
My whole damn life was hell (oh... well)
Is that how I'm supposed to feel? (please)
Let a nigga know how you supposed to feel
Let a nigga know (let a nigga know... let, let, let a nigga know)
How I'm supposed to feel
Yeah... may I have a square?
Damnit, it's the new pack
New pack, new pack, new pack
I can't. I can't open up the new pack
Super, super duper gas
I can't open up the new pack
Yeah
What's something wise to say?
Oh (oh) oh (oh) oh (oh) nana
Same life
Same life... what is it, different track? (scattered brain)
What is it?
Same ride, same ride, different track?
We on the same ride, different track
Some say that it's okay
To be down bad and dead broke
Waiting for God to answer (pray)
Any day, any day now
Pray for me (oh) pray for me (oh)
Any day, any day now (yeah)
Yes, I say, fuck that!
Point it out, go get it nigga
Know where the plug at, get ya strap, rush the door
Hope ya don't, but if you gotta Click Clack
Don't Clack until ya find out where the bags at
Good luck, go get that
Some say fuck everything you know
Who the fuck do you know, nigga?
Who you know from this way?
Yeah, yeah... turn me up some
Turn me, turn me up some
Shit, I didn't really want nothin'
I was just checkin' on you
I ain't really want nothin'
I was just checkin' up
How many times did I let you get away?
How many times? How, how, how many times?
Do you know how many times I drove by your place?
Skrr skrr, skrr skrr
Just to see if there's another nigga all in yo' face
And if it is, who the fuck?
I know he don't know you (nah)
I know he don't know me
And if he does, I hope he knows that you like tell L-I-E-Z (z, z, easy)
It's easy for you to tell a lie
I got like one question for you
Like, who the fuck is this guy?
Never ever ever have I ever seen this nigga
And like, now I'm just supposed to accept the fact he's fuckin' with you?
Oh no, no, no no no no no
I don't know who the hell you think you are, but nigga no no
Like, this is my bitch, my hoe
And my dick's for her to blow
In the rain, sleet, sunny days, shit, even in the snow
Like, sorry, but not sorry bro
I bet you didn't know
Every single time she throws me out
I come back and we grow
I mean, that's how our cycle goes
Ain't your fault, she should've let you know
Hope you're not too deep in love, because you fin' a have to go
I don't care where you go but you can't be around here
TBT, simp niggas like yourself don't last around here
Let yourself right out the front
I'm comin' in right through the back
The fuck I look like tryna front?
Like, where they do that at? (huh?)
Where they do dat?
Where they do that?
Not here
Surprised they didn't take your cheese, nigga
Shirt's, cashmere
I mean, if not you should have some fear
Boys across the street will send you shots, nigga
No beer
Look out for the D boys on the corner
Blazin' marijuana
I see 12 slide by, block hotter than a sauna
The block is hot (hot)
The block is hot (hot)
The block is hot (hot)
The block is hot (hot)
The block is hot (hot)
Okay, yeah
Nah for real, for real
That is my bitch, that is my hoe
That is my bitch, that is my hoe
That is my bitch, that is my hoe (oh)
Yeah, yeah (oh oooh yeah... yeah, yeah, come on)
Yeah, that is my bitch
That is my hoe
Sorry, not sorry bro
But yo' ass gotta go (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Claim yo' bitch, claim yo' hoe
Ladies, act like you know
Tell a nigga how he's supposed to feel (how I'm supposed to feel, please please)
How I'm supposed to feel (how you supposed to feel?)
Tell a nigga how he's supposed to feel
How ya feel now?
How ya feel now?
How ya feel now?
How ya feel now?
I feel like I'm stuck still (still)
Stand still
Pop pills
Get real (aye ayeah ayeeah)
Yeah, get real
Pop, pop pills (pop, pop, pop, pop pills)
The drugs too weak to kill me
The doc's can't wait to bill me
I'm just waiting for you to call
And, he cops can't wait to kill me
They gon' bury me up under the cell
Granny pray for me
People wish me well
Mama can you hear me yell?
My whole damn life was hell (oh... well)
Is that how I'm supposed to feel? (please)
Let a nigga know how you supposed to feel
Let a nigga know (let a nigga know... let, let, let a nigga know)
How I'm supposed to feel
Yeah... may I have a square?
Damnit, it's the new pack
New pack, new pack, new pack
I can't. I can't open up the new pack
Super, super duper gas
I can't open up the new pack
Yeah
What's something wise to say?
Oh (oh) oh (oh) oh (oh) nana
Same life
Same life... what is it, different track? (scattered brain)
What is it?
Same ride, same ride, different track?
We on the same ride, different track
Some say that it's okay
To be down bad and dead broke
Waiting for God to answer (pray)
Any day, any day now
Pray for me (oh) pray for me (oh)
Any day, any day now (yeah)
Yes, I say, fuck that!
Point it out, go get it nigga
Know where the plug at, get ya strap, rush the door
Hope ya don't, but if you gotta Click Clack
Don't Clack until ya find out where the bags at
Good luck, go get that
Some say fuck everything you know
Who the fuck do you know, nigga?
Who you know from this way?
Yeah, yeah... turn me up some
Turn me, turn me up some
Shit, I didn't really want nothin'
I was just checkin' on you
I ain't really want nothin'
I was just checkin' up
How many times did I let you get away?
How many times? How, how, how many times?
Do you know how many times I drove by your place?
Skrr skrr, skrr skrr
Just to see if there's another nigga all in yo' face
And if it is, who the fuck?
I know he don't know you (nah)
I know he don't know me
And if he does, I hope he knows that you like tell L-I-E-Z (z, z, easy)
It's easy for you to tell a lie
I got like one question for you
Like, who the fuck is this guy?
Never ever ever have I ever seen this nigga
And like, now I'm just supposed to accept the fact he's fuckin' with you?
Oh no, no, no no no no no
I don't know who the hell you think you are, but nigga no no
Like, this is my bitch, my hoe
And my dick's for her to blow
In the rain, sleet, sunny days, shit, even in the snow
Like, sorry, but not sorry bro
I bet you didn't know
Every single time she throws me out
I come back and we grow
I mean, that's how our cycle goes
Ain't your fault, she should've let you know
Hope you're not too deep in love, because you fin' a have to go
I don't care where you go but you can't be around here
TBT, simp niggas like yourself don't last around here
Let yourself right out the front
I'm comin' in right through the back
The fuck I look like tryna front?
Like, where they do that at? (huh?)
Where they do dat?
Where they do that?
Not here
Surprised they didn't take your cheese, nigga
Shirt's, cashmere
I mean, if not you should have some fear
Boys across the street will send you shots, nigga
No beer
Look out for the D boys on the corner
Blazin' marijuana
I see 12 slide by, block hotter than a sauna
The block is hot (hot)
The block is hot (hot)
The block is hot (hot)
The block is hot (hot)
The block is hot (hot)
Okay, yeah
Nah for real, for real
That is my bitch, that is my hoe
That is my bitch, that is my hoe
That is my bitch, that is my hoe (oh)
Yeah, yeah (oh oooh yeah... yeah, yeah, come on)
Yeah, that is my bitch
That is my hoe
Sorry, not sorry bro
But yo' ass gotta go (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Claim yo' bitch, claim yo' hoe
Ladies, act like you know
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Crook-johnson
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