Feel This

Yea, I was sitting back thinking and I came to the conclusion that Goals without practice and execution Are just dreams that’ll never flourish, And when you understand that, You’ll recognize failure ain’t an option. (Let’s goooo) Yea This my progression Lame nigga you can be threatened I’m so blood when I was born I had a B section Put your logo on a shirt When this Heat press em I’m better than you niggas with the least effort Uh Daddy left and never came back I don’t got no feelings I can’t show you where that pain at Save the platitudes I don’t have time to fake chat B.I.G dreams in this music where my faith at (Let’s gooo) Let’s go back in time 05 when I was writing rhymes I couldn’t really sleep Cause I had to keep my eyes on the prize I don’t have much But what I have is all on the line I’m allergic to manure I keep the bullshit aside I got nothing but success on my mind I f*ck with people that’s gon’ do it Not the ones that say they gon’ try It’s hard to focus on your dreams When you’re trynna survive, uh Yea that’s real shit If you come from where I come from Than you feel this, Uh yea You gotta feel this I ain’t dying till I make a couple millions Yea uh Ambitious I am Feel like Diddy cause tomorrow I’ll be making a band I’m alive so I got the whole world in my hand I’m Killin baby the best I could B is the Plan I used to be a rapper But now I am a brand Can’t be salty about who I’m better than They might have more success Sometimes more is less I take pride in my journey I ain’t broken yet, uh Far from overnight success 15 years and I’m still on they neck Still on the go, And I still think I’m the best Try not to foul or I’m still shootin this tech Pow I’m so numb that I can’t feel shit Trippin in the field, But this shit is not a field trip So much knowledge in my brain That I’m starting to feel rich I just wanna ball And I ain’t talkin Wilson Uh, Yea that’s real shit If you come from where I come from Than you feel this, Uh yea You gotta feel this I ain’t dying till I make a couple millions Mama need a house How to make figures I’m trynna figure it out I do it for the bag Y’all doing it for the clout On the road to success I’m making my own route Yea All my niggas is some killers I’m so comfortable That I be walking around with slippers Always get ahead like a barber with some clippers I rather take notes, They rather take pictures What I do is every day try to improve You playin' with emotions You must be playing to lose I rather make money You rather make an excuse No false accusations my nigga I am the truth Oouu This quarantine locked me in the booth I’m far from a chicken But a nigga in the stu You can listen to these rappers But would you learn something new This ain’t your regular song I’m taking niggas to school oouu Yea that’s real shit If you come from where I come from Than you feel this Uh yea You gotta feel this I ain’t dying till I make a couple millions