SHID ION KNOW

Yea I really think about money a lot Sit down and plot how ima fold bundles and knots Son of the crop, a son of a God, son of my pops The type of timing y'all be on it's hard to read the clock Finger f*ck the nina if I see 'em creeping on the car Me and you ain't equal or similar we don't coincide Never heard 'em shooting by the crib and had to go inside But I was sending shots around your crib, made 'em hold they pride Happiness was all a lie, tired of chasing it But oh, this lonely soul of mine, tired of facing it Play with me and get pulverized Saw you switching without my open eyes Type of shit'll have me go load a nine Cause I don't feel it no more If I'm being honest I don't feel it no more If I'm honest Yea, lock me in a box I dismantle it Pose for the cameras, the simplest move can soon damage ya Lost in this aquarium and can't swim So many lows you be feeling like you can't win But I got patience Could give a f*ck about your status Try it I put money on ya nugget like you Mason .40 Caliber will have you sliding for the bases But that don't mean shit to me, ain't got no grip to me She always choosing why the hell you bring your bitch to me Cause she a slick groupie, you cushion her like whoopie Shorty on my tushy, I kill it if she push me But in the end, what does it mean to me Nothing Cause I don't feel it no more If I'm being honest I don't feel it no more If I'm honest I don't feel it no more If I'm being honest I don't feel it no more If I'm being honest I don't feel it no more If I'm being honest I don't feel it no more If I'm being honest