Still In My Feelings lyrics

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Heatmakerz
Yeah
Uh, I'm in my feelings, y'all partyin'
I feel like Oakley in the garden
When I played, it was full contact
And I ain't see a quarter of these contracts
Huh, I put up numbers when I hold this mic
But see, I came up in a era where Hov was Mike
Being a fellow Brooklynite, I was a all-star
But never got to pop champagne 'cept in a sports bar
Now I'd be lyin' if I said I hadn't gone far
But I'm still tied by what I mentioned in that fourth bar
A younger me just steaming 'em with this pen
Wonder what I woulda been if streaming existed then
Young made, Cash Clay lеanin' into your chin
Leaving 'em in the wintеrs, I'm weavin' 'em less beginning
'07 a brick drop, hip-hop made a pit stop on this block in Brooklyn
And notice I had to strip lock, big rocks in my socks, all tied in a small zip locks
Fifth Glock on my hip had 'em dancing before TikTok
Wave cap scully and my braids all ugly
Pitching, y'all should wanna signed baseball from me, listen
I feel like strawberry acai, whenever I had to bat, ya, I saw an apple a day
And it still wasn't enough to keep the doctor away, 'cause yeah
Shortly after that, I signed to Dre
YAOWA and NWA's, all joint forces, y'all in trouble today
That's how I felt when that ink hit that paper
Then minor league coaching advised me to leave the majors
Big league mistakin' my opinion, I was loyal to a fault
What they did for Kendrick Lamar, they was tryna do for your boy
But that didn't include everybody inside the room 'cause
Dre seen what I saw later, but it's cool
Live and you learn, no bridges burned, I give and I earn
I sleep really well at night while they twist and they turn
But back to rap, none of y'all cause a bit of concern
I've been underrated since Undertaker lifting his urn
So then I jumped on this record with Joe
Man, y'all know how the rest of this go
n*gga screamin' (Slaughterhouse) as I exit the show
Head-to-toe, fly as f*ck while the x's and o's was pourin' in from the baddest, lot of whores got ravished
Four-month damage on my tour bus matches
'Cause the four-headed monster flame sh*t above average
Then they called the fire Marshall with the last name Mathers
Just let me know 'cause I'll stop if you want
Or keep cuttin' 'cause I feel like Barry Sanders with blockers in front
[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
Broke a few tackles, bend, move, with a hop and a jump
I just wanna kick it and ball but they blockin' the punt (Yo)
Who you think thought of Total Slaughter? Me, n*gga (Me)
Then everybody benefitted but me, n*gga (Yeah, me)
I bounced back, one shot, like a G, n*gga (G)
That's a seven figure deal with BET, n*gga
I should have walked and been loyal to my vault
But I'm from earthquake Cali so I'm loyal to a fault
You painted me as a Em groupie, that sh*t been goofy
Crucify me, nail your boy up to a cross
I resurrect in a coogie and a Jesus piece
My Biggie bag livin' ruthless on Eazy street
These n*ggas mad, no toe touchin'
Bad back, I can't even reach defeat, I'ma make the beat retreat
I'm in the lab measurin' raps in a pyrex glass
I'm from the tall tee era, my n*gga, five x swag
I live my life jet lagged, 'cause I'm in the fly, S class
All black look like the sh*t was painted by X Clan
I'ma wrap this sh*t up five bars from now
Tell the critics "Be ninjas, throw five stars around."
And let this classic sh*t hit you like your guards was down
Save your listenin' parties, I know how garbage sound
Me and Joell, we the last evolution of the slaughter
And bombin' fluid couldn't body hard, n*gga, we hard (Hard)
Just a little story to tell you how we got here
The bars make the sky cry 'cause the flow is god tier
[Outro]
God wasn't the only one crying either
Moms dropped tears too