How I Feel
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That's just how I feel
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Ask about me, yeah, the streets up
In the field, I can never give these streets up
Keep it on me, got at least one
Big bank, tell your little baby keep up
Ayy, that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel (Yeah)
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
Half the limo tint the coupe
Got that tool in my lap and a sword on me too
Ridin' 'round like it's my last days
Only opps all Black out is the porkies in blue
Menace and methods, label me a lethal weapon
Make these niggas die when it's in breathless imperfection
I'm from Oakland, born with the drama
Kurt Cobain in my veins, PRA the new Nirvana, mixed with shottas
I ain't the type to play when shit get bad
I'm the type to go in beast mode
I show my niggas, not in shape but I'll rearrange a nigga face
Ain't met the best before, my life, I'll bullseye your ass
I don't do splits, I don't do deals
I do not steal, bitch, I kill
Y'all in the house, I'm in that field
.45 Or RIP G Floyd and Emmett Till
Ask about me, yeah, the streets up
In the field, I can never give these streets up
Keep it on me, got at least one
Big bank, tell your little baby keep up
Ayy, that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
Spent two thousand on a coat, I'ma wear a beater
So much money, I could leave the house and not turn off the heater
You the type that wanna squabble with
Your bitch but don't believe in smoke
I keep a pole, she anemic, I'ma bleed the ho
I hit his partner, he turned left, fasho he seen a ghost
Want this beef, I like it raw, you niggas need a roast
Hardest on this coast, you niggas think we sellin' dope?
Crackers let us vote but just to give the people hope
Ayy, name one nigga workin' for the college though
Throw ebonics, make her do the turn hydraulics on
Such a fella, tell a Spanish ho, "Geronimo"
I keep a short, I need the mazi then I'm out the door
Don't need to prove that I'm the G.O.A.T., my baby, if it's manifested
This seven-year will turn your biggest nigga anorexic
I'm a Blood, my texts red on iMessage
Ain't even wanna shoot the nigga, he was in our section, nigga
Ask about me, yeah, the streets up
In the field, I can never give these streets up
Keep it on me, got at least one
Big bank, tell your little baby keep up
Ayy, that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel