Lyrics to Feel Bad
Got a sixty round if you wanna play, I ain't feelin' bad for a nigga
Callin' 'bout a feature, I ain't pickin' up if you ain't got the cash for a nigga
First deal signed for a hundred, money didn't even last for a nigga
Kept on workin' hard, a nigga get smart and now they got the bag for a nigga
Nigga wanna eat off my plate, can't even take out the trash for a nigga
Let off a whole hundred for my mama 'fore I ever think to blast for a nigga
Yeah, the street shit, we passed that, lil' nigga
Every Glock, yeah, we had that, lil' nigga
Brodies keep on dyin' or they goin' to jail, this shit gettin' bad for a nigga
I'm tryin' not to spazz
Tryna slow down on all them Perkys, but they on my ass
Drivin' geek shit since I was younger, I had to learn when I almost crashed
Can't let 'em catch me without that flame, they might just do me bad
Couple opp niggas wanna shoot me bad
Opps might send shots in they songs, but they ain't try to ever shoot me back
Nigga, this beef shit here forever, no, we won't let up, we won't lack
Make the graveyard use they shovel, a hundred better, we in that splat
Court date just another payment to the government, you know they tax
Lot of niggas say they be lookin' for me, I don't know where they at
Bro on P, see some I don't see, tellin' me "Blow," I'm like, "Where they at?"
Opps keep tellin' me they got points on the board, like where they at?
None of these niggas tough, another play with my boy, you gon' get smacked
Got a sixty round if you wanna play, I ain't feelin' bad for a nigga
Callin' 'bout a feature, I ain't pickin' up if you ain't got the cash for a nigga
First deal signed for a hundred, money didn't even last for a nigga
Kept on workin' hard, a nigga get smart and now they got the bag for a nigga
Nigga wanna eat off my plate, can't even take out the trash for a nigga
Let off a whole hundred for my mama 'fore I ever think to blast for a nigga
Yeah, the street shit, we passed that, lil' nigga
Every Glock, yeah, we had that, lil' nigga
Brodies keep on dyin' or they goin' to jail, this shit gettin' bad for a nigga (Ayy)
Missin' my lil' brother, when I get sad, I just start cryin' on his picture
Baby mama mad, lil' ma' mad, girl, I told your ass I'm a killer
Emmy only three, caught me on FaceTime, started to ask for his siblings
Love ya ass to death, if you try to leave, it might get bad for a nigga
I'm a real gangster, I ain't tender
I just left my heart in the winter
Really was trappin' in the trenches
Ridin' 'round drugs in the fender
I done spent two mills, spent three mills, spent four independent
Blew it all, went broke, go again, I ain't goin' broke in a minute
I ain't lost hope 'cause I'm winnin', yeah, yeah
I been 'round the clock, workin' ten to two
Catch a double murder, hop right in the booth (You know that)
Two Glock .23s, they identical
Got a sixty round if you wanna play, I ain't feelin' bad for a nigga
Callin' 'bout a feature, I ain't pickin' up if you ain't got the cash for a nigga
First deal signed for a hundred, money didn't even last for a nigga
Kept on workin' hard, a nigga get smart and now they got the bag for a nigga
Nigga wanna eat off my plate, can't even take out the trash for a nigga
Let off a whole hundred for my mama 'fore I ever think to blast for a nigga
Yeah, the street shit, we passed that, lil' nigga
Every Glock, yeah, we had that, lil' nigga
Brodies keep on dyin' or they goin' to jail, this shit gettin' bad for a nigga
Callin' 'bout a feature, I ain't pickin' up if you ain't got the cash for a nigga
First deal signed for a hundred, money didn't even last for a nigga
Kept on workin' hard, a nigga get smart and now they got the bag for a nigga
Nigga wanna eat off my plate, can't even take out the trash for a nigga
Let off a whole hundred for my mama 'fore I ever think to blast for a nigga
Yeah, the street shit, we passed that, lil' nigga
Every Glock, yeah, we had that, lil' nigga
Brodies keep on dyin' or they goin' to jail, this shit gettin' bad for a nigga
I'm tryin' not to spazz
Tryna slow down on all them Perkys, but they on my ass
Drivin' geek shit since I was younger, I had to learn when I almost crashed
Can't let 'em catch me without that flame, they might just do me bad
Couple opp niggas wanna shoot me bad
Opps might send shots in they songs, but they ain't try to ever shoot me back
Nigga, this beef shit here forever, no, we won't let up, we won't lack
Make the graveyard use they shovel, a hundred better, we in that splat
Court date just another payment to the government, you know they tax
Lot of niggas say they be lookin' for me, I don't know where they at
Bro on P, see some I don't see, tellin' me "Blow," I'm like, "Where they at?"
Opps keep tellin' me they got points on the board, like where they at?
None of these niggas tough, another play with my boy, you gon' get smacked
Got a sixty round if you wanna play, I ain't feelin' bad for a nigga
Callin' 'bout a feature, I ain't pickin' up if you ain't got the cash for a nigga
First deal signed for a hundred, money didn't even last for a nigga
Kept on workin' hard, a nigga get smart and now they got the bag for a nigga
Nigga wanna eat off my plate, can't even take out the trash for a nigga
Let off a whole hundred for my mama 'fore I ever think to blast for a nigga
Yeah, the street shit, we passed that, lil' nigga
Every Glock, yeah, we had that, lil' nigga
Brodies keep on dyin' or they goin' to jail, this shit gettin' bad for a nigga (Ayy)
Missin' my lil' brother, when I get sad, I just start cryin' on his picture
Baby mama mad, lil' ma' mad, girl, I told your ass I'm a killer
Emmy only three, caught me on FaceTime, started to ask for his siblings
Love ya ass to death, if you try to leave, it might get bad for a nigga
I'm a real gangster, I ain't tender
I just left my heart in the winter
Really was trappin' in the trenches
Ridin' 'round drugs in the fender
I done spent two mills, spent three mills, spent four independent
Blew it all, went broke, go again, I ain't goin' broke in a minute
I ain't lost hope 'cause I'm winnin', yeah, yeah
I been 'round the clock, workin' ten to two
Catch a double murder, hop right in the booth (You know that)
Two Glock .23s, they identical
Got a sixty round if you wanna play, I ain't feelin' bad for a nigga
Callin' 'bout a feature, I ain't pickin' up if you ain't got the cash for a nigga
First deal signed for a hundred, money didn't even last for a nigga
Kept on workin' hard, a nigga get smart and now they got the bag for a nigga
Nigga wanna eat off my plate, can't even take out the trash for a nigga
Let off a whole hundred for my mama 'fore I ever think to blast for a nigga
Yeah, the street shit, we passed that, lil' nigga
Every Glock, yeah, we had that, lil' nigga
Brodies keep on dyin' or they goin' to jail, this shit gettin' bad for a nigga
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