Feel This

(When you see us, you know we mean business)

(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)

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 (go)

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', therefore, can't let nothing faze me

Don't know why they ass hatin' (hatin')

I was hustling, they was lazy

Every day my life is crazy (crazy), bitches want my baby

I remember when they played me (bitch)

Now my wrist like 80, always rocking somethin' brazy (brazy)

Remember I used to finish last, bought that watch for 80 (for 80)

Now this bitch 200 cash (uh)

I ain't have no OG's

Where I grew up, all I learned was tote guns and smoke weed

I ain't know 'bout 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 livin' luxury (turnt up)

Everybody fuck with me (fuck with me)

All these whores in love with me (ayy)

Tryna get in touch with me (ayy)

Everybody look for me (what up)

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 (gang)

Money rule the world, they wanna kill me, bowin' 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 (dreams), fucked up with my team

Plottin' on a scheme (on a scheme) out in traffic, automatic

Glocks with some beams (skrrt)

Lay ya flat like the left pocket of my jeans (pussy)

He ain't right, take his life (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 'bout 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 (feel it), they can't feel shit

I hope my niggas feel this (they gon' feel it)

Them bitches never felt my pain, I hope they feel this

For all the hoes that ain't say my name, I'ma make 'em feel this

Nigga real rich (real rich)

And I swear I never lied, they gotta feel this (gotta feel this)

Kill my nigga, we gon' slide and they gon' feel this (gon' make 'em feel this)

All the nights a nigga cried, I'ma make 'em feel this (feel it)

Got me deep up in my feelings when I reminisce (I'm the realest)

(When you see us, you know we mean business)