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I was feelin myself way before anybody was feelin me When I get done with my work Im gone get wit y’all I said fuck school, couldn’t sit in no seminar Racks in my cargos, I knew I was finna ball Paid for my [?], too young to rent a car These not the drums at your chin, I broke plenty jaws Kick a bitch out if she play with my [?] Her nigga mad, she been lyin, they seen it dawg No one-on-one you get jumped like a gaelicy Stompin his face, he like stop they’re too many y’all My nigga done got life for some fentanyl Oops I meant fentalyn, she just been getting into me I spent a pound of OG on my Fendi kicks Im into your bitch but the bitch really into me Say she like shopping, I take her to Italy Booty so big lil the jacket fit tin-ily Is that a ten I see, bitch Im from Tennessee Sorry Im poppin my shit, but Im feelin me No Im not sorry mane, fuck it Im feelin me Ayy I am the trippiest in the facility Haters can’t see me, these Cartier’s shadin me I must be fresh, these bitches reppin and feelin me Huh, they feelin me, they feelin me Got ice on my body, no injury I shit on my ops and my enemies SongtexteTurn haters, now look they feelin me Too hot tell they check the humidity My old bitch say she can’t get rid of me Drop off the pussy like Uber, delivery Huh, they feelin me, they feelin me Can’t see a me, nobody real as me If you don’t like me then don’t do all that bickerin If you get caught you get smoked like some hickory Aus Songtexte Mania