Smacc Gang - How I'm Feeling Lyrics

I do this shit for the nick man
I do this for my niggas
And my niggas only
And if you don't f*ck with me
I love youu
Ain't to many niggas that's gon make it off the block
Everyday Im going hard to see my niggas at the top
My bitch acting like a thot Im tryna stack she wanna shop
Tell that bitch go bout her business then I go and hit the block
I can't trust these new niggas asking questions like they cops
I cant trust my side bitch heard she f*cking with the opps
Thats her fault if she get shot
Brand new tool with thirty shots
Give it to my warriors they like curry with them shots
This a no flex zone flex a muscle and get shot
I think niggas think its sweet cuz its cameras on the block
But my niggas extra sneaky shooting from a blind spot
I be getting extra kinky catching head from hella thots
Free sponge bleazy he up top
Free the nick bitch free my block
I miss Swizzy thats my guy
I miss Rell cuz thats my guy
Why my niggas had to die
Life Is precious thats no lie
Kiss my momma everytime I go and take a step outside
Life up on the line you can die at anytime
I see niggas look for handouts imma go and grind for mine
Now I got my weight up
I was selling dime for dime
Got that money I was fine niggas fronted they got lined
By them bitches they was eyeing
First its gun shots then its sirens
Swear them bullets just be flying
Ain't no talking niggas quite
Say they real but I don't buy it
In the nick it ain't no lying
Thats how niggas get exposed
Don't go showing off for hoes
That already f*cked your bros
Throwing dirt on the low
You a female are a man? Mother f*cker play your role
Just a bitch with a cut imma call you Amber Rose
Get some bricks out the cut then I go and hit the road
F*ck tricking on these bitches I spend money on my bros
I remember we was poor
Had two dollars in the store
Always knew I wanted more
I had two I wanted four
Money problems not no more
Im the type to go shopping f*ck around and buy the store
For the times I couldn't floss
I was young we went to war
Police knocking at my door
Had my momma going off
Running wild in the jects
Now Im tryna get a loft
Hit OT with the hard I know imma get it off
F*ck around and rob a nigga cuz I know these niggas soft
Went from hitter to the boss now a days Im moving smart
Everybody think they Milly but these people really lost
I don't touch the dirt at all
Have my Youngins get you off while Im somewhere getting more
Catching Mazi from a Slore
With my iPhone on record
My bitch called I hit ignore
Now she know Im with a whore
Had to tell the bitch be quite cuz I gotta make a call (Shutup)
Now I got a lil money f*ck that shit cuz I need more
I need sponsors
I need tours
I need guns cuz this is war
F*ck the police
F*ck the law
F*ck the judge
Man f*ck em all
Tryna throw me in the system I cant take this shit no more
I can not take this shit
I can not take this shit
Man all this f*cking racist shit
And all this f*cking hating shit
I get all this hatred cuz the color, color of my skin
And Im tryna get rich they don't wanna see niggas win Why?