Feelin Myself lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
First off, rest in peace Mac Dre
Brim sh*t, all I throw up is B's
I be in the projects with Hunters
They keep it 5 time like the Jungles
Be in Hollywood with models
And every n*gga with me is shooting and robbing
Represent the bay like a n*gga from Oakland
I'm still on Western with weed and coca
Hollywood b*tch, man I'm still in the set
On gang heavy, b*tch I'm still in the nest
Got caught by 12, bailed out in a 'vette
With a video vixen who pus*y is wet
n*ggas steady hating, but we still out thuggin
You be at home watching, your b*tch steady clubbin

[Chorus: Joe Moses]
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
Verse 2, this ain't just for the Bloods
b*tch, I make hits for the clubs
The first n*gga on 54th
In an all white Bentley and an all red Porsche
Who you thought was next for the bity?
The F stand for 50's, it don't stand for no Fendy
Rule number 1, handle biz
And it wouldn't be right if I didn't represent Thizz
Jag on deuce's with Forgiatos
Been great, stone poppin golden bottles
G's on my feet, man that stand for gangsta
Balmain jeans, I don't do the Wranglers
I'm a real Brim n*gga out of Barbara's house
And I used to sell crack off of Mickey's couch

[Chorus: Joe Moses]
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
[Verse 3: The Game]
First off, R.I.P. to the Jacka
Westside Cedar Block, n*gga get it brackin'
On Bompton, it's bool if you wanna slide through
I'll bick back, be bool and just throw up Piru
Put the Bentley on hundred spokes, the Lamb on Alpinas
All through the Denver Lanes, woopin' through Pasadena
Red dice swinging from the rearview
n*gga in the trunk, punk, can't nobody hear you
Cause the 12's in the box, the 10's on knock
The tweeters on the dash, all n*ggas hearin' is Pac
6 disk changer, Quik, Mack 1-0
The Relatives, YG, Problem and Joe Mo
Hit the lights, pulled up on that n*gga slow mo
Bust the K in Compton, hear it way out in NoHo
n*gga Chuck be trippin, think not
Drunk as a motherf*cker, watch me stumble into Wingstop

[Chorus: Joe Moses]
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods
I'm in the building, and I'm brackin on bloods
On bloods, on bloods, on bloods, on bloods