Yeah, you feel me? Yeah, smokin' like a chimney. You feel me?
Yeah, yeah, you feel me? Yeah, smokin' like a chimney. You feel me? Yeah
If I wanna talk, I cannot still. Back up in it, back up in it, back up in the feels.
Even if you knew about it, knew bout how I felt. For real
Remember wearin' them same clothes To get them pesos.
These days, I get paid, though. We can't stay broke.
Get a dollar and save those. We don't save hoes
Ran it up and I stayed low. Fuck this same flow.
If she likin' me, then she'll choose me. She was all on me, like a movie
And I really, really hope you never lose me.
And I'm feelin' like I'm Nasma cause sue me.
Yeah, you feel me?
I was out here chillin' in the dirty, gettin' filthy.
I done ran it all the way up from a 50. I done ran it all the way up
I ain't never givin' up. Propane in my cup. If they hate me, so what? They ain't testin' they luck.
They ain't never really help. I ain't never give a fuck.
Never knowin' how I felt. Never knowin' what it was. Yeah
Yeah, huh. Can you feel me?
Don't have me out here regrettin' showing you the real me.
I had to let a lot of that shit go. Yet, I'm still me.
I had to let a lot of that shit go
I been movin' lit. They been movin' lame. I can't move the same. I can't move that way.
Why you wanna stay? Why you actin' fake? I don't wanna play. I don't like the games