(No, you don't, feeling)
You gotta feel it, uh (you don't, feeling)
To every ghetto nigga, a hundred thousand, that's a million (you don't, feeling)
Abandoned house, out of that we was dispensing (you don't, feeling)
Ain't no pots and pans, it's choppers in the kitchen (you don't, feeling)
DP's, squabbles in the kitchen (you don't, feeling)
Them dogs get to barking, box of Church's Chicken (you don't, feeling)
If you don't understand it, nigga, you don't, feeling (you don't, feeling)
High fashion, might go Dickie and Amiri's

(You don't have to fear)
(No, you don't)
(God, I'm not)
(God, I'm not)
(God, I'm not) uh, look, okay, okay

Uh, (feel it) in the mirror shedding tears, that's how I get through (you don't, feeling)
A barbwire field, that's what I went through (you don't, feeling)
Ain't no feeling like when the rent due (you don't, feeling)
Uh, what you know about neighbors missing their shih tzu? (You don't, feeling)
What you know about opening windows and sliding through? (You don't, feeling)
What you know about beefing just over powder blue? (You don't, feeling)
Abide by 'em, ain't no breaking the rules (you don't have to feel)
Uh, 'cause alibis still make breaking news (no, you don't, feeling)
Look, play it cool, Figgside moulin rouge (you don't, feeling)
True story, first old bitch damn near gave me the morgue (you don't, feeling)
Yeah I grew up with sharks, ain't no playing pool (you don't, feeling)
If you a target, we gon' send harpoons (you don't, feeling)
Uh, Tiburon, patched in like fentanyl (you don't, feeling)
Out of bounds stash house, Van Ness and Cimarron, uh (you don't, feeling)
Look, I'm like Ricky Tan in Rush Hour (you don't have to fear)
Describe the feeling when your luck sour, killa! (No, you don't)

(God)
(I'm not, God)
(I'm not, God)
(I'm not, God)
(I'm not, feeling)
(I'm not, feeling)
(I'm not, feeling)
(I'm not, feeling)
(You don't, feeling)
(You don't, feeling)
(You don't, feeling)