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G Herbo - Feel This lyrics

Artist: G Herbo

album: Strictly 4 My Fans 2


(When you see us, you know we mean business)
(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
Working 12-hour slave shifts
But I be on yachts, I ain't come from off no slave ship
Pull up in that drop, have 'em guessing what I make a year
Had so many opps, I be thinking how I make it here
Got no explanation
If it's really war, it ain't no expiration (never)
We kept spinnin' again and again
Until we caught some out of desperation
Need OG's, we was lost, burnt exhaust, no destination
You know me, this shit on my hip
I'll let it off, no hesitation (go)
I ain't with no exaggeration, always had imagination
And I still got mad patience 'cause I stay with bag waiting
On the race we bag chasin', that 4k let nothing faze me
Don't know why they ass hatin' (hatin')
I was hustling, they was lazy
Everyday my life is crazy (crazy)
Bitches want my baby, I remember
When they played me (bitch)
Now my wrist like 80, always rocking somethin' brazy (brazy)
Remember I used to finish last
Bought that watch for 80 (for 80)
Now this bitch 200 cash (uh)
I ain't have no OG's
Where I grew up, all I learned was tote guns and smoke weed
I ain't know 'bout steak and lobster
All I ate was pork and beans
We ain't have no Wall Street, all we had was dope fiends
But they money green
Now I'm livin' luxury (turnt up)
Everybody fuck with me (fuck with me)
All these whores in love with me (ay)
Tryna get in touch with me (ay)
Everybody look for me (what up)
They just want a buck from me
Can't trust, that's why I clutch
Might up this bitch and make 'em duck from me
Used to be dead broke and duckin'
Blood guess wasn't no luck for me
Few niggas showed love, they still
Love me and they stuck with me (gang)
Money rule the world they wanna kill me, bowin' at my feet
Know the streets evil, but
They feel me, crowd me when I speak
I'm the one undoubted, what about it? Crown a nigga king
Treat me like the king, when I die just drown me in my bling
Keep fake shit from 'round me
It's too crowded, I'll make a scene
C'mon be for real, who was around
When I ain't have a thing?
All I had was dreams (dreams)
Fucked up with my team
Plottin' on a scheme (on a scheme)
Out in traffic, automatic
Glocks with some beams (skrrt)
Lay ya flat like the left pocket of my jeans (pussy)
He ain't right, take his life (take his life)
I ain't have no OG's
Where I grew up, all I learned
Was tote guns and smoke weed
I ain't know 'bout steak and lobster
All I ate was pork and beans
We ain't have no Wall Street, all we had was dope fiends
But they money green
Bet the trenches feel this (feel it)
They can't feel shit
I hope my niggas feel this (they gon' feel it)
Them bitches never felt my pain, I hope they feel this
For all the hoes that ain't say my name
I'ma make 'em feel this
Nigga real rich (real rich)
And I swear I never lied, they gotta feel this (gotta feel this)
Kill my nigga, we gon' slide and
They gon' feel this (gon' make 'em feel this)
All the nights a nigga cried, I'ma make 'em feel this (feel it)
Got me deep up in my feelings
When I reminisce (I'm the realest)
(When you see us, you know we mean business)

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