That's Tha Feeling
(Pass the feeling on) (Khaliel)
(Pass the feeling on, pass the feeling on) I ain't takin' y'all serious
(Pass the feeling on) yeah
I'm just a young nigga, mama got five kids
I never had a daddy, he facin' like 50 years
Moms couldn't pay the rent, now, we in Motel six
Seein' family in tears what made me get on my shit
You know mama work two jobs, and I came from a prayin' family
I still chose the rock
Even though that I'm damaged, I made it this far
He got a dark heart
Ain't never changed, what you sayin'?
I'ma remain the same from the start
Grew up 'round toxic, the poverty, got tired of that
I know they proud of me, I come from where you go and don't come back
Grew up where its steppers slidin' on shit in all black
Fake love be callin' me, where was you when this shit was all bad?
And we was all that, Percocets sit on my tongue
With the water, throw it back
Oh-oh, I'm goin' dumb, fall back
Ooh, shawty ass fat, tryna see if she make it clap
Hahaha, I damn near got off-topic and shit, you know (pass the feeling on, pass the feeling on)
I'm on that three shit, nigga, know how we rockin', let's go (pass the feeling on, pass the feeling on)
I got a lil' older, start givin' bro'nem knowledge
Kyrie finished twelve years of school, but, he drop out in college
In ninth grade, I dropped out of school, was tryna catch a body
16 when I made the news, 13 was promotin' violence
In '13, I had copped a tool, stole it out my papa closet
Ten, I was on the move, tryna get some money in my pockets
Now, I'm a walkin' lick, you can try, they bust yo' naggin'
You gon' let me talk my shit, there's ain't no way you could stop me
(You gon' let me talk my shit) hold on, dirty boy poppin'
You gon' let me talk my shit, no, you can't fuckin' stop me
Huh, pocket full of dead guys, I'm somewhere on a island
Ain't never change, what you sayin'?
I'ma remain the same and keep shinin'
(Pass the feeling on, pass the feeling on) hm-hmm (woo)
(Pass the feeling on, pass the-) ayy, this shit's kinda hard
I'll be back
Grew up 'round toxic, the poverty, got tired of that
I know they proud of me, I come from where you go and don't come back
Grew up where its steppers slidin' on shit in all black
Fake love be callin' me, where was you when this shit was all bad?
And we was all that, Percocets sit on my tongue with the water, throw it back
Oh-oh, I'm goin' dumb, fall back
Ooh, shawty ass fat, tryna see if she make it clap
(Pass the feeling on, pass the feeling on)
(Pass the feeling on, pass the feeling on)
(Pass the feeling on, pass the feeling on) I ain't takin' y'all serious
(Pass the feeling on) yeah
I'm just a young nigga, mama got five kids
I never had a daddy, he facin' like 50 years
Moms couldn't pay the rent, now, we in Motel six
Seein' family in tears what made me get on my shit
You know mama work two jobs, and I came from a prayin' family
I still chose the rock
Even though that I'm damaged, I made it this far
He got a dark heart
Ain't never changed, what you sayin'?
I'ma remain the same from the start
Grew up 'round toxic, the poverty, got tired of that
I know they proud of me, I come from where you go and don't come back
Grew up where its steppers slidin' on shit in all black
Fake love be callin' me, where was you when this shit was all bad?
And we was all that, Percocets sit on my tongue
With the water, throw it back
Oh-oh, I'm goin' dumb, fall back
Ooh, shawty ass fat, tryna see if she make it clap
Hahaha, I damn near got off-topic and shit, you know (pass the feeling on, pass the feeling on)
I'm on that three shit, nigga, know how we rockin', let's go (pass the feeling on, pass the feeling on)
I got a lil' older, start givin' bro'nem knowledge
Kyrie finished twelve years of school, but, he drop out in college
In ninth grade, I dropped out of school, was tryna catch a body
16 when I made the news, 13 was promotin' violence
In '13, I had copped a tool, stole it out my papa closet
Ten, I was on the move, tryna get some money in my pockets
Now, I'm a walkin' lick, you can try, they bust yo' naggin'
You gon' let me talk my shit, there's ain't no way you could stop me
(You gon' let me talk my shit) hold on, dirty boy poppin'
You gon' let me talk my shit, no, you can't fuckin' stop me
Huh, pocket full of dead guys, I'm somewhere on a island
Ain't never change, what you sayin'?
I'ma remain the same and keep shinin'
(Pass the feeling on, pass the feeling on) hm-hmm (woo)
(Pass the feeling on, pass the-) ayy, this shit's kinda hard
I'll be back
Grew up 'round toxic, the poverty, got tired of that
I know they proud of me, I come from where you go and don't come back
Grew up where its steppers slidin' on shit in all black
Fake love be callin' me, where was you when this shit was all bad?
And we was all that, Percocets sit on my tongue with the water, throw it back
Oh-oh, I'm goin' dumb, fall back
Ooh, shawty ass fat, tryna see if she make it clap
(Pass the feeling on, pass the feeling on)
(Pass the feeling on, pass the feeling on)
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Tate, Zairyus Jackson
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