Feelings

Lyrics: Mike Crook/Damien Aubrey/George Stone III/William Roberts/Regis "Dupri" Bell/Joe Cooley/Rodney Oliver/Jeffrey Page Music: Mike Crook/Damien Aubrey/George Stone III/William Roberts/Regis "Dupri" Bell/Joe Cooley/Rodney Oliver/Jeffrey Page MD, we ain’t even going to need a clean version for this one (Uh-uh) This strictly for the streets (You Feel me?) I’m sayin’ though, I come from Oakland (Straight up) Land of the mother****in’ rocks (City of the dope) Shout out to my Memphis niggas (Super) Takin’ this shit to Kentucky back down to Miami I’m sayin’ though like, I’m blessed by the real niggas, I come from big E (Yeah) I **** with Lil D (Yeah), Big Jook bless me, grip the CEO Aye Feez comin’ home too (You feel me) Still ballin’ in the lockout Switches on them yinkies, you dare me soon as I hop out I made niggas turn into gamers, they ain’t wanna pop out I know Unc’ just had to taste it once, he knеw it was a knockout Rappin’ bein’ one of my talents, shit, I nеver thought that ’bout I was sliding with Lil Dev trying to hit our mans soon as he walked out Since he passed, I be missing my brother bad, so I been livin’ fast I was buyin’ bodies way before I bought a bitch a ass Do the plug bad, run off as soon as I run up my tab A made nigga, I sent ten hits since 2020, I’m a grave filler Real cocaine flipper, Hank hitter Hopefully the junkie don’t say this shit taste different Made a million in the pandemic I took a picture on Gotti’s page wit’ it 5500, red zone, gang member, yeah Man, you play too much (5500, red zone, gang member, yeah) I’m sayin’ niggas only mad ’cause I’m realer than ’em, haha I said I’m realer than ’em I said a nigga only mad ’cause I’m richer than ’em, haha I said I’m richer than ’em (Yeah) Get-get-get up in your bag Hop out of your feelings, nigga (Yeah, man, yeah) Get-get-get up in your bag Hop out of your feelings, nigga (Get you some mother****in’ money) I put money on your head like Forgiatos on the whip (Mm) Never use a cut so nigga keep me out the mix (Mm) Emeralds in the watch, double R’s stamp on the bricks (Uh) Thought it was a problem but you know I got it fixed Ten bands, call ’em tin man ‘Cause all it take is ten bands for the hit man I’m so rich, quarter billion and it’s documented (Whoa) I hope you not offended (Whoa) ’cause I’m ’bout my business (Whoa) I got a thousand bitches My money number one, **** how you others feel I do this for my sons, **** how they mothers feel Drop by in broad day (Brtt), I’ma tryin’ to parlae (Brrt) I got on all my jewels, we in the dark days **** niggas droppin’ dead, choppa, we cop a head I give her shoppin’ bread, she give me sloppy head You know she in my DM, prayin’ she get to see him I let her roll the smoke and count up all the re-up I’m sayin’ niggas only mad ’cause I’m realer than ’em, haha I said I’m realer than ’em I said a nigga only mad ’cause I’m richer than ’em, haha I said I’m richer than ’em (Yeah) Get-get-get up in your bag Hop out of your feelings, nigga (Yeah, man, yeah) Get-get-get up in your bag Hop out of your feelings, nigga (Smitty and Klep, let’s get this mother****in’ money)