How I'm Feelin' (Radio Edit)
Andrew Jones
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Yo These days all I really see is these wack niggas And these days I don't even slow up to dap niggas I keep it rollin riding round wilding with cap peelers My nappy headed niggas My goons and gorillas My troops they mo realer, uh Love hunting niggas on my Elmer Fudd shit Cause y'all making it too easy on some dumb shit But if we gettin litty then Im at the function Pass the dutch, hold up Eenie meenie mo I'm catching niggas by the trigger And fe fi fo I'm not an ordinary nigga And tic tac toe I put these words together like Tetris Bet this a lesson y'all niggas needing protection cuz Aiming at the cerebellum If they ain't see me coming yet Shh! Don't tell em Chef is on the mic And you know the nigga whipping Pull up to the party Then a nigga prolly dipping Why? The Chef is only staying for the bands and the bitches The Chef is only staying for the fans and the riches The Chef is only staying if we talking big business So if The Chef leave It's hit ya mans and f*ck your Mrs Cuz if niggas try and cross me on some A.I. shit Then The Chef is at ya shawty on some Hey, Hi Miss Have her at your 8 P.M. date at 8:09 shit And that's why when they hating, B I don't mind it Yo I do this for my family I do this for my idols I do this for my creator and my haters and my rivals I do this for my homies Yeah I do this for my niggas I do this for my shawties Yeah I do this for my bitches I do this for my team Yeah I do this for my moms I stay cooking nigga That's why I'm always on my job Scheming with the squad Like a panel of niggas That'll do the job If I gotta handle a nigga They not shooters they my savages Flipping packages My freaking bitch is bad as shit Don't worry about how bad she is I mixed this shit and mastered it I'm the bastardest I don't need a fucking father Parenting she mastered it Sayonara nice to meet ya But The Chef he gotta go Ya shawty waiting on me Said she want it nice and slow Kicked her out the spot Then I'm at the studio I'm talking Hit Hit That's just how it go In this rap game I'm about to blow up on Time I will never have to show up on Mine you will never have to be up on And I'm the king you will never see me be a pawn I'm the Most underrated These niggas prolly envy me I bet they fucking hate it Cuz they was supposed to have the shine And I'm the one that made it This the shit that I've been dying to say A nigga just waited Uh! I said R.I.P. Nip And the late ones The great ones The real ones The trill ones We kill son Middle finger give a f*ck about the fake ones I said R.I.P. Nip And the late ones The great ones The real ones The trill ones We kill son Middle finger give a f*ck about the fake ones Yeah R.I.P. Nipsey Hussle
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