How it feel lyrics

Verse

* My brother ask me why I always ride with a pistol, he don’t know I gotta issue with some n*ggas where I’m from
* A few disagreements with some sissy’s and they all from different cities so you know I gotta keep my fuccin gun
* We started off as n*ggas blowing kisses at bad b*tches , hitting licks, and making n*ggas turn they pockets out for fun
* I saw the lane switching they was kicking it wit n*ggas on the wrong side of the street where the oppositions run
* Mane we was from the same set throwing up them 20‘s black and gold sh*t y’all forever posta be my thugs
* But they was likе we moving a lil differnt now we on a diffеrent mission now these n*ggas over here they showing love
* I took that sh*t the wrong way said f*ck y’all n*ggas umma go my own way I tried to leave that sh*t right where it was
* I couldn’t believe my ears mane we been locked in for some years we been thru hell and back and all that sh*t seem like it was for nun

HOOK
* you don’t know to be to keep it real with some n*ggas you been rolling with
* Them n*ggas turn and roll on you instead
* You don’t know how it feel to share yo loaf with yo n*ggas
* Turn around same n*gga tryna take yo loaf of bread



VERSE 2
* I got a phone call the next morning before I even got to yawning n*gga told me that it’s blue lights on my head
* I told det n*gga f*ck it Ian trippin gone slide Ian hiding keep it real I was the hardest out the set
* I got another call from my dawg think he wit the sh*ts too
* This n*gga steady keep on asking where I’m at
* This sh*t feel like a dream mane this can’t be what it seem
* We was on the same team before this street n*gga sh*t
HOOK

* you don’t know to be to keep it real with some n*ggas you been rolling with
* Them n*ggas turn and roll on you instead
* You don’t know how it feel to share yo loaf with yo n*ggas
* Turn around same n*gga tryna take yo loaf of bread

Verse 3

* I hoped up out the bed Ian even comb my head I went and grabbed my smith and Wesson and my 9 out the couch
* I’m standing on the porch war ready to turn sum sh*t into spaghetti
* When my stomach started feeling up with doubt
* The devil on my shoulder said shoot until it’s over but my angle said u trippin mane it’s babies up in this house
* Lil n*gga txt my phone said we see you then it’s on we ain’t een finna pull up all the way to the south
* God dam these n*gga pus*y
* Thinking back on that chance I shouldn’t took
* Moral of the story mosta these n*ggas crooked
* Keep your third eye open always keep it looking

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