G Herbo – Feel This Lyrics

 

Feel This Lyrics

 

Working twelve hour slave shifts but I be on yachts
I ain’t come from off no slave ship, pull up in that drop
Have ’em guessing what I make a year, had so many opps
I be thinking how I make it here, got no explanation
If it’s really war it’s really no expiration
We kept spinnin’ again and again until we caught some out of desperation
Need OG’s, we was lost, burnt exhaust no destination
You know me, this shit on my hip, I’ll let it off no hesitation
I ain’t with no exaggeration, always had an imagination
And I still got mad patience ’cause I stay with bag waiting
On the race, we bag chasin’, that 4k don’t let nothing phase me
Don’t know why they ass hating, I was hustling they was lazy
Everyday my life is crazy, bitches want my baby
I remember when they played me, now my wrist like eighty
Always rocking something brazy
Remember I used to finish last, bought that watch for eighty
Now this bitch two hundred cash

I ain’t have no OG’s
Where I grew up all I learned was tote guns and smoke weed
I ain’t know about steak and lobster
All I ate was pork and beans
We ain’t have no wall street
All we had was dope fiends
But they money green

Now I’m living luxury
Everybody fuck with me
All these hoes in love with me
Tryna get in touch with me
Everybody look for me
They just want a buck from me
Can’t trust, that’s why I clutch
Might up this bitch and make ’em duck from me

Used to be dead broke and duckin’ blood, guess wasn’t no luck for me
Few n***** showed love, they still love me and they stuck with me
Money rule the world, they wanna kill me, bowing at my feet
Know the streets evil but they feel me, crowd me when I speak
I’m the one undoubted, what about it? Crown a n****, king
Treat me like the king, when I die just drown me in my bling
Keep fake shit from ’round me, it’s too crowded, I’ll make a scene
C’mon, be for real, who was around when I ain’t have a thing?

All I had was dreams
Fucked up with my team
Plotting on a scheme
Out in traffic, automatic Glocks with some beams
Lay ya flat like the left pocket of my jeans
He ain’t right, take his life

I ain’t have no OG’s
Where I grew up all I learned was tote guns and smoke weed
I ain’t know about steak and lobster
All I ate was pork and beans
We ain’t have no wall street
All we had was dope fiends
But they money green

Bet the trenches feel this
They can’t feel shit, I hope my n***** feel this
Them bitches never felt my pain, but I hope they feel this
For all the hoes that say my name, I’ma make ’em feel this
N**** real rich and I swear I never lied, they gotta feel this
Kill my n****, we gon’ slide and they gon’ feel this
All the nights a n**** cried, I’ma make ’em feel this
Got me deep up in my feelings when I reminisce