Feel It Video (MV)

(Reece, take 'em to church)

Everybody say it's love but I'ma leave it
Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it
Pull out, hop out, I let it spray, and make 'em feel it
Ain't worried 'bout none of you lil' f*ck niggas, bitch we with it
One thing about lil' Jack that nigga gon' go get it
Married to the racks, I swear that I'm committed
All these chains on me, would've thought I just got convicted
Now baby I'm in the Lamb', goin' down the road to riches

I dropped diamonds on my chain, fresh up out the cell
Was f*ckin' on yo' bitch that night but I won't kiss and tell
She addicted to the kid like I dropped a spell
I'm tryna beat the pussy up, I'm tryna leave it swell
F*ck all my opps I'm throwin' bullets at 'em, Odell
His mom mad that he died, bitch, oh well
He ain't f*ckin' with my click, bitch we movin' like the cartel
Play with me you gettin' zipped, choppas singin' like Adele
You niggas ain't nothin' like me, we from two different fabrics
That lil' bitch can't be wifey, I'll tell her, "I'm gon' blow that bitch" laughin'
It's like that lil' bitch was happy to see a nigga down bad
I'm in love with myself, I never needed your f*ckin' clown ass
With my lil' raw ass, I made a mill' now I want mo' cash
To keep it trill I'm walkin' 'round with yo' stash
Keep a steel, I'll put this bitch on yo' ass
Don't need to pop them pillys just to go blast
Don't got no point to prove but I'm still on that

Everybody say it's love but I'ma leave it
Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it
Pull out, hop out, I let it spray, and make 'em feel it
Ain't worried 'bout none of you lil' f*ck niggas, bitch we with it
One thing about lil' Jack that nigga gon' go get it
Married to the racks, I swear that I'm committed
All these chains on me, would've thought I just got convicted
Now baby I'm in the Lamb', goin' down the road to riches

Gimme the credit I deserve
Lord knows I put in work
I done got it out the mud, got my nails full of dirt
If you ask me, no nigga go harder than me on this f*ckin' earth
I'm the thug these rap niggas be talkin' 'bout it in all of they verse
Time after time had to grind tryin' to make the world mine
I done took so much losses now a nigga startin' to shine
And I did it with my rhyme scheme ain't have to go commit no crime
But I'm still with it for my family, I'll go back to backin' down
Tryna make it home to my family so I still pack a .9
Shit be real grimy in these streets so I'll be watchin' for the signs
I'm always ridin' with that heat I'm like D-Wade in his prime
Ain't shit was gave to me, I had to take it and make it mine
I'm told I got overlooked, you would've thought they all was blind
I was posted up with them crooks from the bottom we had to climb
To the top, but everythin' still ain't f*ckin' fine
Made it out the bot'
But sometimes I still feel like homicide

Everybody say it's love but I'ma leave it
Gotta keep a Glock today, you might just need it
Pull out, hop out, I let it spray, and make 'em feel it
Ain't worried 'bout none of you lil' f*ck niggas, bitch we with it
One thing about lil' Jack that nigga gon' go get it
Married to the racks, I swear that I'm committed
All these chains on me, would've thought I just got convicted
Now baby I'm in the Lamb', goin' down the road to riches