How I'm Feeling

I need the bag, that's the only thing appealing I been rapping, back in the day my bro was dealing So many racks, stack em all up to the ceiling I could take over the world, that's how I'm feeling You don't know what we on, you don't know the shit that we could do We be moving smart, you be known to make the weakest moves Dior or Lenciaga when I step out, on the sneaks, the shoes We got the master suite, you chilling in the cheapest rooms I'm a boss, do you know who the f*ck you speaking to We the ones make the needle move Y'all ain't the ones that we salute Y'all be capping like most people do Mansion with the cleanest view Yeah, one fucking mistake could be a lethal move How y'all stuck up on some shit that we easily do We come through, take shit over, y'all just peacefully move When I walk out got the drip but the piece with me too We be known to win all the time, y'all just frequently lose We the ones that been winning, y'all some frequent losers Y'all just put up shots but you don't make em, not even decent shooters Was in the Track but the Urus been the recent cruiser I need a mill by next year, or shit, even sooner Touching down with the bag Go and spend it, blow it all Talking, you a know it all We step out, we go and ball We chase the bag, lil bitch, you crawl Big racks out, yo shit too small Go and spend em at the mall We too up, could never fall Diamonds brawl, yeah, they punching like Fiziev But if he lacking take the back, choke em out like Khabib Knock em out like Petr Yan I might just have to watch the knee But all y'all really at the bottom, all y'all really watching me I'm the one who got the G's Endless, got the jeans Tracky, got the Jeep Ain't none of this shit was cheap At the show we like ten deep They don't know bout this, they sleep Finna blow, the flow unique Ain't no comp, bitch, it's a sweep Give a f*ck about a leak I make five thousand songs up in a year You was talking shit, if you was hating you not in the clear I don't know bout you, I see a goat when I look in the mirror When people switch it ain't always what it appear Y'all some deer in the headlights Had to get my bread right Try to run up, bitch, you fucking stupid Hit em in the head twice Track don't stop for read lights Live the best life We don't never check price Bracelet and my neck ice You be taking what you get You like, okay, it suffice But I be taking what I want I'm like what the f*ck I like And really I'm just talking shit when I hop up on the mic You be so fucking confident, most of the time you ain't even right Most of the time, most of these people they really ain't solid for real You is not like us, can't do it like me, we on an island for real Pop out in Louis, pop out in Lenci, yes, I be styling for real SRT out it's whining, it squeal Get big racks, ain't signing no deal I don't focus on no hoe shit, that's bogus Where my money, where my people Keep that shit just the closest In a SRT I'm swerving going fast, got to focus You could get hit with that chop, it's a glock, not a lotus, yeah, yeah