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How I'm Feelin' (Radio Edit)

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Yo

These days all I really see is these wack niggas
And these days I don't even slow up to dap niggas
I keep it rollin riding round wilding with cap peelers
My nappy headed niggas
My goons and gorillas
My troops they mo realer, uh
Love hunting niggas on my Elmer Fudd shit
Cause y'all making it too easy on some dumb shit
But if we gettin litty then Im at the function

Pass the dutch, hold up

Eenie meenie mo I'm catching niggas by the trigger
And fe fi fo I'm not an ordinary nigga
And tic tac toe I put these words together like Tetris
Bet this a lesson y'all niggas needing protection cuz

Aiming at the cerebellum
If they ain't see me coming yet
Shh! Don't tell em
Chef is on the mic
And you know the nigga whipping
Pull up to the party
Then a nigga prolly dipping
Why?

The Chef is only staying for the bands and the bitches
The Chef is only staying for the fans and the riches
The Chef is only staying if we talking big business
So if The Chef leave
It's hit ya mans and fuck your Mrs
Cuz if niggas try and cross me on some A.I. shit
Then The Chef is at ya shawty on some Hey, Hi Miss
Have her at your 8 P.M. date at 8:09 shit
And that's why when they hating, B
I don't mind it

Yo I do this for my family I do this for my idols
I do this for my creator and my haters and my rivals
I do this for my homies
Yeah I do this for my niggas
I do this for my shawties
Yeah I do this for my bitches
I do this for my team
Yeah I do this for my moms
I stay cooking nigga
That's why I'm always on my job

Scheming with the squad
Like a panel of niggas
That'll do the job
If I gotta handle a nigga

They not shooters they my savages
Flipping packages
My freaking bitch is bad as shit
Don't worry about how bad she is
I mixed this shit and mastered it
I'm the bastardest
I don't need a fucking father
Parenting she mastered it

Sayonara nice to meet ya
But The Chef he gotta go
Ya shawty waiting on me
Said she want it nice and slow
Kicked her out the spot
Then I'm at the studio
I'm talking
Hit
Hit
That's just how it go

In this rap game I'm about to blow up on
Time I will never have to show up on
Mine you will never have to be up on
And I'm the king you will never see me be a pawn
I'm the
Most underrated
These niggas prolly envy me
I bet they fucking hate it
Cuz they was supposed to have the shine
And I'm the one that made it
This the shit that I've been dying to say
A nigga just waited
Uh!

I said R.I.P. Nip
And the late ones
The great ones
The real ones
The trill ones
We kill son
Middle finger give a fuck about the fake ones

I said R.I.P. Nip
And the late ones
The great ones
The real ones
The trill ones
We kill son
Middle finger give a fuck about the fake ones
Yeah R.I.P. Nipsey Hussle

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Andrew Jones

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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