Feeling It

[00:06.60] (Mokuba Lives Beats)
[00:18.34] Been missing, I ain't feeling it
[00:19.62] Bro told me hit the bando and keep killing it
[00:22.07] They took my bros, fuck the judge, fuck the silly CIDs
[00:24.11] I hit the corner shop, two Zanco's, sim and chip
[00:26.63] When I hit the lick, I get thoughts of the dead
[00:28.93] Same time bro-bro sauced up a neck
[00:31.03] I probably gotta get my mind sorted a second
[00:33.52] But Ash need me, keeps calling again
[00:35.65] Suttin' got candid, that's where the cliff hangs
[00:38.08] The weekend pops, ain't talking no wristband
[00:40.30] I could've text her and done me a quick two
[00:42.58] Them niggas so prang, they slapping they shit bands
[00:44.88] And Johnny text back, he told me my shit bangs
[00:47.25] But I already know, I ain't gonna reply back
[00:49.34] My pack half brown, half white, it's a ice wrap
[00:51.89] I really put work in the floor in the high flats
[00:54.05] I should've never forced myself on the fast train
[00:56.32] But we was 15 with raps of the class A
[00:58.89] And now they're gonna lie for the hookers on IG
[01:01.16] They gave bro life and that's why my heart ache
[01:03.23] Cah I was in class assaulting my classmates
[01:05.63] And then my nigga lied, I got issues with my trust
[01:07.85] So me, M's hit the tizzy on spring break
[01:10.39] I ain't even 20, my nigga, I fling grub
[01:12.75] Fuck fist fights, you touch me, I swing this
[01:14.98] Civils can't help him, watching him sinkin'
[01:17.05] I'm probably with K36 or Jim Jibz
[01:19.54] Cah I don't know what you other niggas are thinkin'
[01:21.10] And you ain't got five in your junker drinkin'
[01:24.19] Do it like Mike or Myth when I swing this
[01:26.26] And suttin' ain't right, but I couldn't be right
[01:28.65] Cah suttin' got diced 'em, just limping
[01:31.01] My sim jam packed, I got fiends in the doorway
[01:33.44] I tell 'em double that like I leaned on pure ye
[01:35.66] He choking out, he can't breath, this the powers
[01:37.85] He been at it for hours like he's battling a court case
[01:40.35] Catting for the sorbet
[01:41.30] Bro said I'm a rapper, I still fling it twenty-fours
[01:43.67] Summertime, I'm comfortable, it's cling up in my drawers
[01:45.80] Foot chase by the constable, they're filling up my ward
[01:48.20] But I still raise my hand like I'm winning an award
[01:50.47] I ain't sinkin', I got packin', everything in fashion
[01:53.08] Gold my block for dutty and stiff chapping
[01:55.68] He ain't on I, I know that it's just chatting
[01:57.62] But either way I pattern the pattern, it get managed
[02:00.13] Either way I pattern the pattern, it gets sorted
[02:02.37] I mixed the pack with magi', I just bought it
[02:04.56] We could've gone clear or clear the whole mortgage
[02:06.64] But when they took T-Sav back, it all halted
[02:09.46] Tell me what you need, we got sorts in a dozen
[02:11.62] I'm sorting out my man, then sorting his cousin
[02:13.86] The hood fucked, I could've been at war with my cousin
[02:16.18] Then bro got life cah he tore up a suttin'
[02:18.36] I'm painting you my story like I'm Dave or I'm Rapman
[02:21.06] We make bands then the askaar 'nap gang
[02:23.33] Fucked up the mots', the DVLA banned man
[02:25.15] I need a mo' stack like Skamz and Clan Clan
[02:27.91] My man ah bang, who you shaved up badman?
[02:29.89] My nigga Rella pull up on dingers with live smoke
[02:32.14] I got 'ed like Sheeran and Dave like Santan
[02:34.50] So when I step foot in the mountains, it's no joke
[02:36.94] I used to break weed 'til cuzzy the cook-cook
[02:39.08] So I been on the mots', I don't know when I'm back home
[02:41.12] Our mummy begs me stop switching up my phone
[02:43.56] Cah she can't get through, she panics and call bro
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