The Feelin'
(专辑: Rawwest Nigga Alive - 2016)
Niggas want interviews, wanna ask me how I
feel, how this feel, how I
feel Nigga I
ain't D'Angelo, I'm dropping new shit all the
time, play my shit Yeah, all that shit right there bruh bruh Ahh, don't ask me how I
feel to hear these clowns hating Ask me how I
feel to count a
hundred thou in a
day Ask me how I
feel to hop in a
wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving State Don't ask me how I
feel to know these clowns fake Ask me how I
feel to count a
hundred thou in a
day I
ain't spend a
twenty in a
minute, I
been breaking hundreds in Keep the
change, cause I
will fuck your change baby Since I
jumped in the
game ain't fun I
been the
same don't jump in my lane baby Told you I
was bussing out the
bag, finna fuck up some change baby Spent a
lump on the
gang we all stunt we the
same this my muh-fucking name baby It's T-Raww so you know I'm going raw, I'm finna fuck up the
game baby My momma told me stop buying jewelry cause it's too much bling but there's no such thing I
got a
lil bitch on the
west, all she do is suck me, she's my lil suck ting I
got a
lil bitch on the
east, all she do is fuck me, she's my lil fuck ting When we hook up on the
southside put 'em both together they my lil slut ting All my bitches undefeated, all my niggas run the
city, all my enemies tell 'em come and get me Don't ask me how I
feel to hear a
nigga speak my name, ask me how I
let the
fuel in the
Bentley Don't ask me how I
feel to know these niggas resent me Ask me how I
feel to know all these hoes can't resist me, ooh And fuck your interview I'm too busy getting busy Don't ask me how I
feel to hear these clowns hating Ask me how I
feel to count a
hundred thou in a
day Ask me how I
feel to hop in a
Wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving state Don't ask me how I
feel to know these clowns fake Ask me how I
feel to count a
hundred thou in a
day I
ain't spend a
twenty in a
minute, I
been breaking hundreds in Keep the
change, cause I
will fuck your change baby Out in Saint Tropez nigga ask me how I
feel, is the
wind warm, is the
champagne chill? Shit I
just wanna chill, on a
yacht making bills I
could've been a
Chef, I
know how to make a
meal I'm eating with my gang think my last name Gates cause I
always pay the
Bill And I
put my niggas on nigga ask me how it feel They rollies ain't ticking all my niggas getting splinters cause they dripping wood will Niggas talking beef I
got a
few OG's that'll throw you on the
grill Give me that mouth, I'll give you them shoes, she head over heels Niggas in them interviews been the
truth, never get the
truth tho You know how I
do, get all my shit new, that's why I'm always in the
news yo Here's a
question, where the
fuck was you when I
was sleeping on a
futon So fuck a
interview cause you fucking up my view dawg Don't ask me how I
feel to hear these clowns hating Ask me how I
feel to count a
hundred thou in a
day Ask me how I
feel to hop in a
Wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving State Don't ask me how I
feel to know these clowns fake Ask me how I
feel to count a
hundred thou in a
day I
ain't spend a
twenty in a
minute, I
been breaking hundreds in Keep the
change, cause I
will fuck your change baby Would you rather know how it feel, to cop your mom a
house on the
hills Fish tanks with the
sharks and the
eels, just enough cash, that all your pains heal Would you ever ever ever know how it feels, [?] champagne and let it spill Ever heard Bun B
tell you you trill, it's a
[?] 'bout to tell you how it feel Would you ever ever ever know how it feel? Probably not Would you ever ever ever know how it feel? Probably not Probably not