Feel This

Yea its Wigz man
You already know
What the fuck is going on
This shit is from the chest
So they can feel this
Spit it from the chest so they can feel
This
When its all said and done
Yea I spit that real shit
I know some niggas that start drilling
When that pill kicks
Percocet and Xanax
Now he's feeling like he Superman
I was in the trap getting back
Thinking of a plan
I wonder why I had bad luck
Was rocking Buddha man
I used to serve you back in high school
Now your a shooter man
She gave me top back in high school
Now she acts bougie man

Grew up in the trenches
Always knew that I would be the man
Rest in peace to Memphis man
I wish that he could see me man
Looked up to the trappers
Never looked up to the pizza man
Looked up to the shooters
And them niggas getting pieces in
Streets will always test you
Trying to see if you can sink or swim
I don't be on shit
But if he tweaks then he won't breathe again
See me in the party
Then you know I brought my heater in
Got to stay on point
You'll never know who let the reaper in
Fuck it because my niggas not the ones
Thats going to be losing heads
And I can't beef with you
If it ain't about no fucking bread
Free my cousin Yayo for them pistols
Got a couple years
Niggas dont be solid nowadays
We make them disappear
Im still In the trenches everyday
Like I don't got no fear
I got to keep grinding in the stew
I know my time is near
And every show
Its going to be a movie so pull up a chair
Im smoking cookies
Straight up out the sack
You niggas smoking mid

Spit it from the chest so they can feel this
When it's all said and done
Yea I spit that real shit
I know some niggas that start drilling
When that pill kick
Percocet's and Xanax
Now he's feeling like he Superman
I was in the trap getting back
Thinking of a plan
I wonder why I had bad luck
Was rocking Buddha man
I used to serve you back in high school
Now you a shooter man
She gave me top back in high school
Now she acts bougie man

Still that same nigga back In high school
Trapping in the halls
Crazy couple years before that
I just wanted to ball
Niggas dont know shit about my life
And all the ones I lost
Rest in peace to leek
Damn I swear I really miss my dog
Had to get it straight up out the mud
I made myself a boss
Your drip looking light as shit
My nigga Tell me what it cost
Every time I hit the scene
Im dripping Aquafina Voss
Hit your block with 223s
Im squeezing then I'm speeding off
Realest shit I ever wrote
I swear it got to be this song
When ain't nobody put be on
I learned to get it on my own
Shorty used to dub me back then
Now she's calling my phone
Had to get my weight up
Now its crazy how the tables turned
Never burn a bridge that one day
You might have to cross
I'll accept your flaws
If you too friendly then I'll cut you off
Was just out Delaware
Chilling smoking on a yak
In them low-income apartments
It felt just like the jets

Spit it from the chest so they can feel this
When its all said and done
Yea I spit that real shit
I know some niggas that start drilling
When that pill kick
Percocet's and Xanax
Now he's feeling like he Superman
I was in the trap getting back
Thinking of a plan
I wonder why I had bad luck
Was rocking Buddha man
I used to serve you back in high school
Now your a shooter man
She gave me top back in high school
Now she acts bougie man