Lyrics Feel No Luv - Zlaurent

I know I'm fd up in my mental
Easy said through the pencil
I'm tryna' get closer to god
Through every step through the temple
I seen my mom she steady cryin'
Tryna fight wit' her devil's
But I'm glad that she pushing through it cause she know that she special
I seen the fd up state of life
That's times I wish I wouldn't see
I wanted the Bentley
But I'm pushin' juggin' trap for the Beamer
Swipe these cards
And count these hunnit's
Turn my neck to a freezer
Don't give a f bout' the skeezers
That's 30k for the feature
They stay hatin' on me n
But I'm still in all they speakers
F the system
Didn't believe in me so f all my teachers
I need that mansion in the hills
I'm takin' different procedures
Catch you slipping
Catch you lacking
Hold you down for yo' sneakers
You weren't there in the bleachers
I put my trust in myself
I'm staying close with the reaper
F this lifestyle through the struggle
Get to chasing this paper
I'm poppin' benzo's problems disappear
Like nic through the vapor
I'm keeping sticks like a raider
Fake ns fade like a taper
I need a bad b to my side
I need that price for the acres
I'm smoking loud pack
It help through the pain
Man f the neighbors
They don't wanna see me win
They just wanna see me broken
I put my mind to this s
Because this the life that I've chosen
Ns hate me high's but they lovin' me at my lowest
I had some bs in my head
Felt like the glock was unloaded
I'm bangin' till I'm goin' deaf like I'm Moses
That's R.I.P to Mac
We die young
But grow old
Tryna' get through this life
I need Amiri on my denim
Steady trap through the night
I f a b and I leave her
I'm only fightin' for my people's
These ns got me fucked up they just look at us equal
I'm stayin' ten toes
I'm ridin' with the thrillest
Stayin' sharp like a needle
I'm from that block where they be shootin' brother's lethal
I was robbin' for them scam's cause all I wanted was some bands
I'm goin' to the top
I'm go'n be swervin' in them Lamb's
I been growin' up the youngest street's done taught me hold yours down
My face go'n be on billboards I'm a king with no crown
I'm on my own shit
Still gunna remember
My roots
Remember times when I was grindin' gave no fs about the truth
Cause late nights I was just workin' to put my heart in the booth
I had some ns who stayed preachin'
I'm still chasin' the loot
And tell my brother's we go'n make it turn these doubters on mute
Cause I'm like f it switch these lanes
I'm tryna take a different route
And we go'n ride through the city
With the top down of the coupe