The Feeling

1st verse: I keep it realer than most, I know you feel it High off the allure where the hopes go thru the ceiling Ride until we all got dough stuffed in the ceiling Spade throughout the day so the hopes that I'm revealing are more honest than ever We keep it honest together, and on 100 like the pedal I'm on top with these leathers Playa these are Michael Toschi's Easy I be low key And if you heard that new either it's now you kno me Or you knew from before On my back, the flyest clothes cause if I flew through the store My splurge is just to cover my nerves over these turns You see they lead us to this road we get on Then we collide but for now life close your eyes and, feel this long All 9 and a half And since the day before Christmas rewriting my path Is all I ever really did, and still S.K. drowning models his wave And if mufuckas ain't talking them duckets, then what they saying 2nd verse: Even if it ain't sunny shit it ain't no different My passenger side still looks like Erica Mena Well shorty, "where you disappear to son?", I'm wit the winners Putting myself in a position like no one that's living I'm living, the ill street blues will get your stomach turning like what the word is? Until that word will make your peoples get to turning Fool, I'm thorough, pick any borough, nobody word it How I do so my promise to you, is to paint you murders You feeling it? To all the girls who bought the tape cause they thought I was cute And a month later I'm the reason for all that they knew Who say they understand they man off of all that I threw Now bid adieu to what you used to like And to all the corners, all the servers, all the shooter types Who said it made sense after they heard me and I threw 'em light, hovering These fake rappers can't really kno I'm loving it You feeling it? 3rd verse: What y'all ain't heard that S.K. got it This Ace of Spade will have your favorite rappers table watching I keep it tight for all the nights my mama showed support She saw me dreaming but my scheming, that was low of course, right? You see them dreams that I used to have, was really nightmares that I needed to be shooting past Man y'all don't feel me, but the joints kno what we about Long as the denim is expensive I can peel her out I'm so confused, ok I'm getting weeded now And I don't smoke but off these hopes I might need that now Like just once in a blue with a biddie in the room And she's rolling up a rello for my sober mind to cut through We start to blow it down, her eyes low but they telling me to stroke her out I free my mind, free her body, then I close the round Take one more toke then that haze alone now It got me going, for real