How I Feel

Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, this is a Trademark production

All of my dawgs winning, you cannot sleep on me
Pray to God, I'm sinning, got my destiny
Lost some brothers to the streets and penitentiary
Sold my, sold my weight in gold and that's my destiny, yeah
All of my dawgs winning, you cannot sleep on me
Pray to God, I'm sinning, got my destiny
Lost some brothers to the streets and penitentiary
Sold my, sold my weight in gold and that's my destiny, yeah

Fuck an AP 'til I'm rich
Need to put mama up in a new crib
People is dying just paying they rent
President talk, it don't make any sense, yeah
Fuck what it's 'posed to be
The streets, yeah, they use and dispose of me
My grandma, she still watching over me
But none of this shit really worry me
I really hope that they notice me
I been up like day and night
Painkillers just ain't working right
Took one too many flights
Need my fall to help me through the night
In the stu' tryna get it right
Daily struggle for to change my life
Help my pride, I gotta pay the price
Me and my dawgs put in the time like that
You was out partying, I was in working
No one really grind like that
Still in the trap like that
Roaches, I don't want a platinum plaque
Hate to see a youngin when he shining like that
Rather see me in the streets in the darkest path

All of my dawgs winning, you cannot sleep on me
Pray to God, I'm sinning, got my destiny
Lost some brothers to the streets and penitentiary
Sold my, sold my weight in gold and that's my destiny, yeah
All of my dawgs winning, you cannot sleep on me
Pray to God, I'm sinning, got my destiny
Lost some brothers to the streets and penitentiary
Sold my, sold my weight in gold and that's my destiny, yeah