Feelin

Moves
Moves
And I really got a feelin', and I really got a feelin'

Had to get out my feelin's, in order to stuff my britches
I'm gifted like Christmas, notice when I talk, they listen
Make the pack disappear, magician
Why homie all in my business
But he don't really know shit, he just fishin'
Bubby better keep his distance, really like I been hearin' them spirits
I can hear my aunties Lou and Janice sayin' you better go get it
Man, I really miss them dearly
I can view through the bullshit clearly
Told 'em I bum home take off rappin'
They were like stop been silly
Now everything I drop, they feel it

I was like down, below to the floor, now I'm shootin' off to the ceilin'
I was so fucked up, tired of bein' broke
It's a real sinkin' feelin
Remember I was diagnosed with bipo
They tried to calm me down with Ritalin, now I just fall back chillin
Cause I really to hate start killin', just tryna be here for them children
I'm in my own lane, can't fuck with them lames
I'm focused on runnin' up millions
Pulled out the new thang, now she all on my thang
She droppin' that brain all willing
Say I'm nothin' like her man, I be doin' my thang
I'm givin' her sexual healin
Real value in this pain, I done ran through the rain
Now it's my turn, I got that feelin
I got a feelin'
Oooh, I got a feelin'
That we really finna do some winnin
And the same ones who was with me to begin I'm takin' to the endin'
Nigga steady hollin', they want smoke
But then when the house burn, they holla victim
And that's what make me contradict 'em
They just want you locked in the system
And I can view the hate in they face
So I'm back ridin' around with my pistol
No flaws in my name, bitch, I'm official like I got a whistle
No subliminals in my game look when I bang
Bitch I'm tryin' to hit you and everybody witcha

Had to get out my feelin's, in order to stuff my britches
I'm gifted like Christmas, notice when I talk, they listen
Make the pack disappear, magician
Why homie all in my business
But he don't really know shit, he just fishin'
Bubby better keep his distance, really like I been hearin' them spirits
I can hear my aunties Lou and Janice sayin' you better go get it
Man, I really miss them dearly
I can view through the bullshit clearly
Told 'em I bum home take off rappin'
They were like stop been silly
Now everything I drop, they feel it

I got a feelin'
Oooh, I got a feelin'
That we really finna do some winnin
And the same ones who was with me to begin I'm takin' to the endin'
Nigga steady hollin', they want smoke
But then when the house burn, they holla victim



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Anderson
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