Feelings

Feelings (Prod. by Pholaah)

Emotion

JulY-27 (2018)

Verse
If its ain't bringin sh*t on the table I don't think I'll be able to sit on a corner compliment every chick that be passing the shiid that we puffing if I got it on me man the's no second passing
Money be calling I got it on loudspeaker I hope all the neighbours can hear this
I know that Muh momma be worried she think she might loose me to fame
How can I forget that they did me no favor
You could swear that already I'm famous there's no second guessing I know that they hate us
Heavenly father I'm in need of this bag so I could pay for Muh sins
I don't need any crown man to prove I'm a king
its bout time they tweek about me man its bout time I tab on Muh shoulder its bout time I take Muh momma to shopping
They cannot fool me I know how its like man to sleep on the floor
Wake up the next day and not feeling thankful
It feels like thez nothing can help not even prayer
Feels like the is somebody up the watching Muh moves
The way I'm living Muh life lately you could swear Muh nikkah I got nothing to loose
Its shit what they
I'm in it to win it ey

Hook
Man I'm in need of what I pray for
A bag Nikkah full of money
Then tell momma I be back on Monday
Tell all these nikkas will meet at the cliff so we could talk about how many miles now
I don't care how I do it though
As long as the family is eating there's no faking feelings
No faking feelings
there's no faking feelings no faking feelings no faking feelings
there's no faking feelings no faking feelings no faking feelings
there's no faking feelings no faking feelings no faking feelings

Verse
Its ain't gonnah change man it feels like Muh both legs are cuffed with some chains man
It feels like I'm two different people trapped in one body
Who got the city like this
Muh homie be putting on cv's wish they could call you Muh nikkah and tell you that you got the job
We y'all got some choices to make
Feels like I made it to the door of the game
But they won't lemme in till I give up Muh soul
But the Lord that I'm serving won't lemme fall
Wuh not at all
Momma just told me I'm key 2 this family
Said when I'm gone should look after this family
Muh girlfriend be stressing like we getting old we should try for a baby
I've always been real to myself even though man the world is so fake
My struggle is the reason they raising up glasses and toasting
How many of your friends know ya favorite colour
Or when is ya birthday
To prove that they real
I be running street with no shoes on
If I'm raising the cup
The all of Muh homies have won too
Seems like hate is becoming a habit to these nikkas
I don't need any ball man to reach on Muh goals

Hook
Man I'm in need of what I pray for
A bag Nikkah full of money
Then tell momma I be back on Monday
Tell all these nikkas will meet at the cliff so we could talk about how many miles now
I don't care how I do it though
As long as the family is eating there's no faking feelings
No faking feelings
there's no faking feelings no faking feelings no faking feelings
there's no faking feelings no faking feelings no faking feelings
thez no faking feelings no faking feelings no faking feelings