I Feel Ya (feat. Mo Zito & Lavish)

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Making moves out the gate, need food on my plate
Shit, looking like a state, I'm just trying to get a taste
But I got insane mcgrace, lock me down, no estate
Bet you bitches felt safe, but f*ck it

Life is a gamble, I'm feeling lucky
Let me out the fucking gates, I'm bucking
Even pretty ricky can get ugly
Baddest of some bitches with some ducklings

But they be feeling on me like these hoes was blind
Even to some dimes make them fall in line
But they be wanting niggas who got all the shine
Till they ass behind the walls and doing all that time

Police be questioning, they doing all that crime
You can't make a nigga real doing all that trying
They be making you believe doing all that lying
Testifying, telling lies, crossing all lines

These bitches trying to make me mad
A hustler can't be sitting on his ass
These bitches switching up the team
But f*ck it, I'm just trying to get cream

Making moves just to get the bag
We hustling, can't be sitting on our ass
Now niggas switching on my team
We money boys, we all about the green

Got some foes wanna ride, got some hoes down to ride
Pink toes, yellow bones, stuff them all inside
Got a soul full of pride, keep my son by my side
And I told y'all I'm hot, I be geeking so as f*ck em

They be switching on trust, when they switching on trust
I'm working with them undercover niggas, ball like the rug
Never fall, ain't a sucker, I'm a foul motherfucker
You can ask your baby, I'm a player to the core

Got the shit on my own, hustle hard as a storm
Catch me up in the red zone, Swayze riding on the chrome
Stashing green like the mean
Ballas is a legit, been ballas since a kid

Ballas like a rich nigga, hustling the game
Just a high leg young hustler, I had to take a plane
No cash in my pockets, ain't emergency the same
Zito just came home straight out that chain game

These bitches trying to make me mad
A hustler can't be sitting on his ass
These bitches switching up the team
But f*ck it, I'm just trying to get the cream

Making moves just to get the bag
We hustling, can't be sitting on our ass
Now niggas switching on my team
We running boys, we all about the green

Y'all has fed since the G-Pops
Told me not to envy bars, send me for the rent
Or send you with the whip
These streets is my halls, Maldives with the clique

Party G, throw an ace at your set like what's up with it
Got a strategy, my lil cousin don't ask for me
He iced out unfathomably, I pray for the ones who doubt in me
Counterfeit, not legit, them boys ain't need to quit

Off the rip, I count my cream to party and bullshit
So start the whip, got from Clips, Blue Hollows, Lead, Tilt
Head ripped from his body, deadlift, this hit me shawty
Heavy artillery, hard to miss

One boy, blood, bladder, since the fire trap
Cooling with the six, said his mula getting rinsed
Now my suit is getting pinched
Calculated every bit of this plan, that's every inch

Heavy put it, motherfuckers step in tents
Let it cool, get on blitz, back to school
We was cool, now you kinda gotta stench
I'm not rude, it's just true, yeah you smudging like a bitch

Better tell I bet he snitched, make my fucking ruger itch
I don't even fear God, he been holding to this shit
Right before I cross and whisper to my fucking crew
D-Bitch is trying to make me mad

A hustler can't be sitting on his ass
D-Bitch is switching up the team
But f*ck it, I'm just trying to get cream
Making moves just to get the bag

We hustling, can't be sitting on our ass
Now niggas switching on my team
We money boys, we all about the green

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