FEELING BRILLIANT

Lyrics

[Verse 1: OTB Fastlane] Got me feeling briliant, riding with no ceiling Tools in the trap, like that dough [?] Never trippin off them hoes, this fasho, got no feelings Up in Houston we ride slabs, akers home to Mo City I get clean like my syrup Send pills to Pitzberg Hoes [?] all month, can't pay they bills on the first I'm from [?] niggas' mamas getting served Haters pocket watching my paper, you see mine, where is your's? Still boss hogging, spider how I'm crawlling Ain't sold rocks in years, and I got fiends still calling I know dope fiends stars, nigga, shout out South Park Shawty Fuck a hater, spend that money, show them niggas that you balling [Verse 2: Lil' Keke] I'm at the bank killing, Mr. Thanksgiving Ain't never had a ceiling, and I can't explain the feeling The lack is undefeated, [?] not completed Escolade Tripple C, nigga, cairful how you treat it I'm hood than a bitch, they say I'm hood rich 60 racks on the moader, on some feeling good shit Hop out looking flawless, bitch, I'm too resilient [?] next level, and the paint job briliant The cameras out now, and them hoes wanna feel me Real street legend, nigga, zero to a million I pull up looking grown, every motherfucking year And them stones go to bussin, when them motherfuckers clear Don Ke [Verse 3: Slim Thug] Looking good than a bitch, still hood than a bitch Whole clique a hundred, man, ain't none snitch Told y'all when I got rich, I wasn't gon' switch nothing Told y'all I'ma still ball when I grow up, still hustling Watch and chain big bussin, man, everything disgusting Leaving these haters sick, man, they ain't doing nothing We northside superstars, do it like some bosses One old school cost me at least four houses Still like to trace bosses, man, true to the land S.D.S. rather break you off than waste time playing Headed to the sand, playing ride with no ceiling While riding with no ceiling, this Incredible feeling Thugger