Feel It

Lyrics

[Intro] (Reece, take 'em to church) [Chorus] Everybody say it's love, but I don't believe it Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it Pull up, hop out, let it spray and make 'em feel it Ain't worried 'bout none of you lil' fuck niggas, bitch, we with it One thing about lil' Jack, that nigga gon' go get it Married to the racks, I swear that I'm committed All these chains on me, would have thought I just got convicted Now, baby, I'm in a Lamb' going down the road to riches [Verse 1] I dropped diamonds on my chain fresh up out the cell Was fucking on your bitch that night, but I won't kiss and tell She addicted to the kid like I dropped a spell I'm trying to beat the pussy up, I'm trying to leave it swеll Fuck all my opps, I'm throwing bullets at 'em, Odell His mom mad that hе died, bitch, oh well You ain't fucking with my clique, bitch, we moving like the cartel Play with me, you get zipped, choppers singing like Adele You niggas ain't nothing like me, we from two different fabrics That lil' bitch can't be wifey, I told her, "I'm gon' blow", that bitch laughing It's like the lil' bitch was happy to see a nigga down bad I'm in love with myself, I never needed your fucking clown ass With my lil' raw ass, I made a mill', now I want more cash To keep it trill, I'm walking 'round with your stash Keep it still, I'll put this bitch on your ass Don't need to pop to pull, like jet, still gon' blast Don't got no point to prove, but I'm still on that [Chorus] Everybody say it's love, but I don't believe it Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it Pull up, hop out, let it spray and make 'em feel it Ain't worried 'bout none of you lil' fuck niggas, bitch, we with it One thing about lil' Jack, that nigga gon' go get it Married to the racks, I swear that I'm committed All these chains on me, would have thought I just got convicted Now, baby, I'm in a Lamb' going down the road to riches [Verse 2] Give me the credit I deserve Lord knows I put in work I done got it out the mud, got my nails full of dirt If you ask me, no one would go harder than me on this fucking Earth I'm the thug these rap niggas be talking 'bout it in all of they verses Time after time, I done grind, trying to make the world mine I done took so much losses, now a nigga starting to shine And I did it with my rhymes, I ain't had to go commit no crimes But I'm still with it for my family, I'll go back to bagging dimes Trying to make it home to my family, so I still pack a nine Shit be real grimy in these streets, so I be watching for the sign I'm always riding with that heat, I'm like D. Wade in his prime Ain't shit was gave to me, I had to take it to make it mine I'm told I got overlooked, you would have thought they all was blind I was posted up with them crooks, from the bottom we had to climb To the top, but everything still ain't fucking fine Made it out the box, but sometimes I still feel like I'm inside [Chorus] Everybody say it's love, but I don't believe it Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it Pull up, hop out, let it spray and make 'em feel it Ain't worried 'bout none of you lil' fuck niggas, bitch, we with it One thing about lil' Jack, that nigga gon' go get it Married to the racks, I swear that I'm committed All these chains on me, would have thought I just got convicted Now, baby, I'm in a Lamb' going down the road to riches