Feel It - Jackboy

Everybody say it’s love but I’mma leave it

Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it

Pull it out, I’ll let it spray, and make 'em feel it

Ain’t worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it

One thing

that nigga gon' go get it

Married to the racks, I swear that I’m committed

All these chains on me, would’ve thought I just got convicted

Now baby I’m in the hood, I’m going down the road of riches

I dropped diamonds on my chain, fresh up out the cell

Was fuckin' on yo' bitch that night but I won’t kiss and tell

She addicted to the kid like I dropped a spell

I’m tryna beat the pussy up, I’m tryna leave it swell

Fuck all my opps I’m throwing bullets at 'em, Odell

His momma mad that he died, bitch, oh well

He ain’t fuckin' with my click, bitch we movin' like the cartel

Feel with me, he gettin' zipped, choppas singing like Adele

You niggas ain’t nothin' like me, we from 2 different fabrics

That lil' bitch can’t be with her, I’ll tell her, «I'm gon' blow that bitch

Just like that lil' bitch was happy to see a nigga down bad

I’m in love with myself, I never needed your fuckin' clown ass

With my lil' raw ass, I made a mill now I want mo' cash

To keep the thrill I’m walking 'round with yo' stash

Keep it still, I’ll put this bitch on yo' ass

Don’t need to pop them pistol gon' blast

Don’t got no point to prove but I’m still on that

Everybody say it’s love but I’mma leave it

Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it

Pull it out, I’ll let it spray, and make 'em feel it

Ain’t worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it

One thing

that nigga gon' go get it

Married to the racks, I swear that I’m committed

All these chains on me, would’ve thought I just got convicted

Now baby I’m in the hood, I’m going down the road of riches

Gimme the credit I deserve

Lord knows I put in work

I done got it out the mud, got my nails full of dirt

If you ask me, no one would go harder than me on this fuckin' earth

I’m a thug, these rap niggas be talkin' 'bout it in all of they verse

Time after time, on the grind tryin' to make the world mine

I done took so much loss and now a nigga starting to shine

And I did it with my rhyme scheme had to go commit no crime

But I’m still waitin' for my family, I’ll go back to bag and dine

Try and get a hold of my family so I still pack a .9

Shit be real grimy in these streets so I’ll be watchin' for the sign

And when we ridin' with that heat I’m like D-Wade in his prime

And shit wasn’t gay to me, I had a

of makin' money

I totally got overlooked, you would’ve thought they all was blind

I was posted up with them crooks from the bottom we had to climb

To the top, but everything still ain’t fuckin' fine

Made it out the bot'

But sometimes I still feel like homicide

Everybody say it’s love but I’mma leave it

Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it

Pull it out, I’ll let it spray, and make 'em feel it

Ain’t worried 'bout nothin' you lil' fuck niggas, bitch we with it

One thing

that nigga gon' go get it

Married to the racks, I swear that I’m committed

All these chains on me, would’ve thought I just got convicted

Now baby I’m in the hood, I’m going down the road of riches