Feel For It

I thumb through the money, gotta feel for this shit, ayy I been out the way, my name still in the mix, ayy Started from the bottom, how I came up and shit See, now we ridin' round with poles, they say we dangerous and shit Run it up, run it up, do it all again I said, count it up, stack it up, you gotta chase them bands Look how niggas switched the route, they ain't stickin' to the plan You can't count your niggas out, cus, who gon' be there in the end I might fly the bitch out, I might take her to Japan I don't need nobody help, I don't need no motherfuckin' hand I'm so high right now, No I don't wanna land She wish she never met me, cause I ain't her type of man Yeah, I know, I know, I know what she like She want them bottles, bottles, put it on the ice I want Forgiato put it on my ride Tinted out the whip But you know I ain't tryna hide We ain't duckin' no static, know we outside We want all the smoke, you know I ain't gotta lie And I'm ridin' with my fie, you know I ain't tryna die Got a couple niggas gone, I ain't get to say goodbye I be tryna talk to God, but I ain't never read the Bible Live by the gun, die by the gun, it's a cycle If you see a opp, you better get on with your rival Boy, you better get em before they get you, that's how life go That's just how it gotta be, that's just how it gotta go They ain't ridin' till the end, they wanna see how far you go I be busy chasin' cheddar, you worried bout a different hoe I'm just tryna ball with all my dawgs, we setting pick & rolls Yeah I'm sorry, just forgive me for all the wrongs that I did And I know these times get hard, but I'm still tryna win I gotta keep my circle small, I don't got no room for no friend Look how many did me wrong, but I still want them to win They gon' ask when I'ma drop, but they don't know how I been Me and Gang locked in for life, we got a bond that you can't bend Boy, you better not play with me, don't even come around on this end If you think about touchin' me, then we gon' see how that's gon' end They say, damn boy, you ain't drop a song in a hot lil minute I been tryna make this paper long, I been out to get it I been smokin' trees while I'm on the sea, I been out here livin Tryna hit a different state, so I just booked another ticket You ain't help me get back on my feet, so I ain't tryna kick As soon as they see me on my feet, they gon' be like, how you did it I'ma tell them it's not about how you start, it's about how you finish They know not to play with me, we light em up just like it's Christmas Who that be, oh yeah, that bankroll Yeah, that nigga who used to rock the same clothes You know how it be, boy, I gotta lay low Bro just copped a pint, he poured it in a Faygo I thumb through the money, gotta feel for this shit, ayy I been out the way, my name still in the mix Started from the bottom, how I came up and shit See, now we ridin' around with poles, they say we dangerous and shit Ayy, run it up, run it up, do it all again I said, count it up, stack it up, you gotta chase them bands Look how niggas switched the route, they ain't stickin' to the plan You can count your niggas out, cuz who gon' be there in the end I might fly the bitch out, I might take her to Japan I don't need nobody help, I don't need no motherfuckin' hand I'm so high right now, No I don't wanna land She wish she never met me, cuz I ain't her type of man Thanks for watching