Testo How I Really Feel - KezWitDaK
Testo della canzone How I Really Feel (KezWitDaK), tratta dall'album How I Really Feel: Trilogy - Single
Say he got the drop well niggha drop something
Say he riding with the glock well niggha pop something
See I ain't with no talking these nigghas they know I'm coming
When they see me pulling up these nigghas get to running
We ain't the same my gun it get to dumping
Nick Cannon think it's drumming
Call a niggha Kevin he comedian thinking funny
Never been a lick ain't taking shit from me
I can be a ghostwriter
That niggha writing fire, writing when the goats tired
Sparking up a blunt that's all I need to feel inspired
Moving granny out the hood is all
That I desire, go and up it at a rival
Getting dubs and nigghas winning titles
We Can't look up to no idols, put my left hand on the Bible
Swear I'll never testify ya, got me feeling homicidal
Spin the block and we gone drop ya, have it looking suicidal
In these streets we had to get it
Living in a Jungle you get got if you ain't with it
Judging by my life just know you lucky you ain't live it
You better watch you're back cause
In these streets its gon' get wicked
Get em' livid, we come up rags to riches, them my wishes, say I did it
We coming back in business, we dismiss him, be specific
We leave him paralytic if we spinning and we miss him
We make him a statistic out here
Winning if you dissing, niggha, If you dissing
We finish off the opp just like a GTA mission
We pulled up on they block can't find an opp they all hidden
We plotting to the top I gotta try to achieve my Vision
Can't come fix this, got no chance to hit this
Heard he went to trial you took the stand now you a witness
Now he in denial, show me papers, on my hitlist
The day be so delightful when they find out you went missing
Double V's like Its Christian
No talking on the web don't even tag me in you're mention
Don't want my words mistaken for so come up close and listen
Ain't tryna leave this world, niggha,
Don't reach and keep you're distance
We Kill shit, spill shit, like Herb yea we drill shit
Can't buy we had to steal shit, hollow tips you feel this
We was down bad 1 mcchicken had to meal split
The words I'm writing down swear I spit that real shit
Big trust, I'll have em' running like 8
I send a blitz, and get him hit, now watch him scramble away
Like the cover of Madden I'll have him on the front page
We keep scoring, ain't no coming back, it's getting too late
I'm felling untouchable niggha now go run me my fade
We running from jakes, Super Bowl we upgrade the stakes
Criminally minded I'm born this way
No flag on the play, OBJ we running routes now go and pass me that K
Now go beat the case, hit a play and don't show you're face
My life in a maze, when I'm dropping they'll be amazed
I'd rather be tazed, swear to God I'd rather be maced
Then shot in the face, by a cop that's paid to come save
By a cop that we pay to come and serve and protect
I Gotta watch how I step, take this time to reflect
They take our lives no regret, I'm black so guess imma threat
Stepping out the house and praying 12 don't take my ass next
You really don't know, that niggha calling bro he gon' fold
He clutching his pole, first chance that he get he gon' blow
Tryna wipe a nose, you hurting cause you standing 10 toes
Can't tell he crying when he lonely just too much pain to hold
Let it out My niggha, you good, head up, gon' head and cry
When you let them tears fall don't make you less of a guy
Next time that you see this niggha bet his eyes gon' be dry
Gotta fill my lungs with smoke just for my day to get by
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Writer(s): Jamali Fuller
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