paroles de chanson How I'm Feeling - S0K0

I need the bag, that's the only thing appealing
I been rapping, back in the day my bro was dealing
So many racks, stack em all up to the ceiling
I could take over the world, that's how I'm feeling
You don't know what we on, you don't know the shit that we could do
We be moving smart, you be known to make the weakest moves
Dior or Lenciaga when I step out, on the sneaks, the shoes
We got the master suite, you chilling in the cheapest rooms

I'm a boss, do you know who the fuck you speaking to
We the ones make the needle move
Y'all ain't the ones that we salute
Y'all be capping like most people do
Mansion with the cleanest view
Yeah, one fucking mistake could be a lethal move
How y'all stuck up on some shit that we easily do
We come through, take shit over, y'all just peacefully move
When I walk out got the drip but the piece with me too
We be known to win all the time, y'all just frequently lose
We the ones that been winning, y'all some frequent losers
Y'all just put up shots but you don't make em, not even decent shooters
Was in the Track but the Urus been the recent cruiser
I need a mill by next year, or shit, even sooner
Touching down with the bag
Go and spend it, blow it all
Talking, you a know it all
We step out, we go and ball
We chase the bag, lil bitch, you crawl
Big racks out, yo shit too small
Go and spend em at the mall
We too up, could never fall

Diamonds brawl, yeah, they punching like Fiziev
But if he lacking take the back, choke em out like Khabib
Knock em out like Petr Yan I might just have to watch the knee
But all y'all really at the bottom, all y'all really watching me
I'm the one who got the G's
Endless, got the jeans
Tracky, got the Jeep
Ain't none of this shit was cheap
At the show we like ten deep
They don't know bout this, they sleep
Finna blow, the flow unique
Ain't no comp, bitch, it's a sweep
Give a fuck about a leak I make five thousand songs up in a year
You was talking shit, if you was hating you not in the clear
I don't know bout you, I see a goat when I look in the mirror
When people switch it ain't always what it appear
Y'all some deer in the headlights
Had to get my bread right
Try to run up, bitch, you fucking stupid
Hit em in the head twice
Track don't stop for read lights
Live the best life
We don't never check price
Bracelet and my neck ice

You be taking what you get
You like, okay, it suffice
But I be taking what I want
I'm like what the fuck I like
And really I'm just talking shit when I hop up on the mic
You be so fucking confident, most of the time you ain't even right
Most of the time, most of these people they really ain't solid for real
You is not like us, can't do it like me, we on an island for real
Pop out in Louis, pop out in Lenci, yes, I be styling for real
SRT out it's whining, it squeal
Get big racks, ain't signing no deal
I don't focus on no hoe shit, that's bogus
Where my money, where my people
Keep that shit just the closest
In a SRT I'm swerving going fast, got to focus
You could get hit with that chop, it's a glock, not a lotus, yeah, yeah