Feel Well
I got my gram with me
I am i stay happy
I got my bag with me
I got my feel well
Send me a fan mail
Like i am in jail
Ye my company is on display, gettn big
I go share my money like yall do with plastic
Problem we gone stack and give it then to the kids
Thats how we live i cant forgive
Im taking care of my youth
All i wanna hear is truth
Sundays with the blues
Anyday i might lose
Early game i was a goose
Turned to naenae in the booth
Now i got Hogan on my shoes
H T Y homie cant remove
We gettn bigger gettn bigger
Damn my movin might be slicker
You want attention makem trigger
You my darling im that nigga
I got my gram with me
I am i stay happy
I got my bag with me
I got my feel well
Send me a fan mail
Like i am in jail
I got my gram with me
I am i stay happy
I got my bag with me
I got my feel well
Send me a fan mail
Like i am in jail
I throw like a champ
I bow when i thank
Dont care about hate
Cause i know im straight
When i go i go ham
Aslan i eat lamb
I cook up like a pan
You suck i scam
Sometimes i might turn into a dealer
I got only few knifes like a killer
And i look into her eyes when i fill her
Yea i fill her, yea i fill her
The problem is i would love you to death
The problem is me
It aint easy
Im so good she need me
I am i stay happy
I got my bag with me
I got my feel well
Send me a fan mail
Like i am in jail
Ye my company is on display, gettn big
I go share my money like yall do with plastic
Problem we gone stack and give it then to the kids
Thats how we live i cant forgive
Im taking care of my youth
All i wanna hear is truth
Sundays with the blues
Anyday i might lose
Early game i was a goose
Turned to naenae in the booth
Now i got Hogan on my shoes
H T Y homie cant remove
We gettn bigger gettn bigger
Damn my movin might be slicker
You want attention makem trigger
You my darling im that nigga
I got my gram with me
I am i stay happy
I got my bag with me
I got my feel well
Send me a fan mail
Like i am in jail
I got my gram with me
I am i stay happy
I got my bag with me
I got my feel well
Send me a fan mail
Like i am in jail
I throw like a champ
I bow when i thank
Dont care about hate
Cause i know im straight
When i go i go ham
Aslan i eat lamb
I cook up like a pan
You suck i scam
Sometimes i might turn into a dealer
I got only few knifes like a killer
And i look into her eyes when i fill her
Yea i fill her, yea i fill her
The problem is i would love you to death
The problem is me
It aint easy
Im so good she need me
Credits
Writer(s): René Hogan
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