Feelings

[Verse 1] I hate that feeling I be feeling when we fight Two wrongs can’t get it right, mix the anger with the spite Just like what’s in my sprite, I’m chemically imbalanced Irrational when challenged, no manager but I manage Sometimes I want to vanish, my mama disadvantaged She crying but I don’t feel sorry, you signed up for this, I’m saying It’s pain all in my cup, no this is not no liquid courage I just damn near shot a nigga, I just wanna sip my syrup You can’t see the signs, I don’t want to be disturbed Two hundred pounds of mid and I don’t want to see no birds What the fuck you mean? Fuck what you done heard All of my phones on silent, used to make 5 every chirp Twelve five for a sleeve, twenty five for the shirt They be lying bout the work, half these niggas jerks I been through the worst, I take my strap with me to church Feel played, Imma take some’, that’s my reimbursement Still my plays caught, they get taxed with getting worse Rap niggas like these Instagram bitches, that’s not me in person Worth something, still I’ll murk something I been working on something, don’t worry, it’s coming Black Sheep Don’t Grin [Verse 2] You won’t know how I feel less I tell you I feel like taking a nigga track and going in I feel like taking a nigga sack and blowing ten, AGAIN I feel like karma done caught up with me and lapped me I feel like Boosie before he got locked up, I’m still happy Trigger happy, with three shows Back to back to back like Phil Jackson A Young Thug, feel like Fabo, I’m still snapping [?] some nigga are [pill packers?] They just rapping, I’m reenacting Just ask 'em, it really happened Two hundred something skittles in a Mentos box Hit me up Red Dot with that extendo Glock Hickory Hollow Mall soon as they open, 'bout ten o’clock I miss my niggas, free the guys, I think about them a lot Lito Free my niggas