Feel It

[Intro]

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[Chorus]

Young nigga out them trenches done ran up a ticket

Young nigga ridin' Bentleys, come from Honda Civics

You try to tell 'em how you feel and they don't never listen

He done got the bag, he on they ass, he finna make 'em feel it

I ain't got no limits, I'ma stack mine to the ceiling

Lord knows that I been sinning, we need to talk, it been a minute

I'll admit it, I know I'm a menace, on the road to riches

Hope you can forgive me, I'm just tryna get it, ayy

[Verse 1]

I ran up a ticket, spent a couple thousand on my wrist

Can't get caught up with these bitches, know they only 'round me for my riches

She stayed around when I was down and she kept that shit the realest

Two thousand dollars on her tennis

Now I got her shinin' like a light show, Michael Jackson, dancin' in this bitch

Only I know, you wouldn't understand all the risks

That we was takin' for this shit, on God

This shit get way worser than us, I swear

This ain't even the half of it

This shit just came to us, we ain't ask for it

'Member I used to dream about two hundred on my dashboard

I was told to keep your hands clean, nigga, that's what that bag for

And you better die about it if you stand for it

[Chorus]

Young nigga out them trenches done ran up a ticket

Young nigga ridin' Bentleys, come from Honda Civics

You try to tell 'em how you feel and they don't never listen

He done got the bag, he on they ass, he finna make 'em feel it

I ain't got no limits, I'ma stack mine to the ceiling

Lord knows that I been sinning, we need to talk, it been a minute

I'll admit it, I know I'm a menace, on the road to riches

Hope you can forgive me, I'm just tryna get it, uh

[Verse 2]

I got in my bag, I had to level up

I had to dig in the mud, they ain't wanna show me love

Now we wake up and spend a couple thousand just because

I remember we was stuck, shit, like Chuck (On God)

We ain't have no luck (Luck)

I had to go grind for this shit, now I'm lit (Yeah)

I ain't got no time for no bitch, tryna get rich

Oh, took a whole lot of risks, did a whole lot of shit

Did a whole lot of shit (Oh, nah)

We done took a whole lot of risks, talkin' 'bout whole lot of risks, talkin' 'bout whole lot of risks, uh

We done did a whole lot of shit, uh, whole lot of risks, now I'm lit

[Chorus]

Young nigga out them trenches done ran up a ticket

Young nigga ridin' Bentleys, come from Honda Civics

You try to tell 'em how you feel and they don't never listen

He done got the bag, he on they ass, he finna make 'em feel it

I ain't got no limits, I'ma stack mine to the ceiling

Lord knows that I been sinning, we need to talk, it been a minute

I'll admit it, I know I'm a menace, on the road to riches

Hope you can forgive me, I'm just tryna get it, uh