Текст песни Feel This - G Herbo

Feel This

Working 12-hour slave shifts
But I be on yachts, I ain’t come from off no slave ship
Pull up in that drop have 'em guessing what I make a year
Had so many opps, I be thinking how I make it here
Got no explanation
If it’s really war it ain’t no expiration
Never
We kept spinnin' again and again until we caught some out of desperation
Need OG’s we was lost, burnt exhaust, no destination
You know me, this shit on my hip, I’ll let it off no hesitation
I ain’t with no exaggeration
Always had imagination
And I still got mad patience
'Cause I stay with bag waiting
On the race we bag chasin'
That 4k let nothing faze me
Don’t know why they ass hating, I was hustling, they was lazy
Everyday my life is crazy
Bitches want my baby
I remember when they played me
Now my wrist like 80
Always rocking something brazy
Remember I used to finish last, bought that watch for 80
Now this bitch 200 cash
I ain’t have no OG’s
Where I grew up all I learned was tote guns and smoke weed
I ain’t know about steak and lobster, all I ate was pork and beans
We ain’t have no wall street, all we had was dope fiends
But they money green
Now I’m living luxury, everybody fuck with me
All these whores in love with me, tryna get in touch with me
Everybody look for me, they just want a buck from me
Can’t trust, that’s why I clutch
Might up this bitch and make 'em duck from me
Used to be dead broke and duckin' blood guess wasn’t no luck for me
Few niggas showed love, they still love me and they stuck with me
Money rule the world they wanna kill me, bowing at my feet
Know the streets evil, but they feel me, crowd me when I speak
I’m the one undoubted, what about it? Crown a nigga king
Treat me like the king, when I die just drown me in my bling
Keep fake shit from round me, it’s too crowded, I’ll make a scene
C’mon be for real, who was around when I ain’t have a thing?
All I had was dreams, fuck up with my team
Plotting on a scheme, out in traffic, automatic
Glocks with some beams
Lay ya flat like the left pocket of my jeans
He ain’t right, take his life
I ain’t have no OG’s
Where I grew up all I learned was tote guns and smoke weed
I ain’t know about steak and lobster, all I ate was pork and beans
We ain’t have no wall street, all we had was dope fiends
But they money green
Bet the trenches feel this
They can’t feel shit
I hope my niggas feel this
Them bitches never felt my pain, I hope they feel this
For all the whores that say my name, I’ma make 'em feel this
Nigga real rich
And I swear I never lied, they gotta feel this
Kill my nigga we gon' slide and they gon' feel this
All the nights a nigga cried, I’ma make 'em feel this
Got me deep up in my feelings when I reminisce