Th-th-that's just how I feel
Oh-oh, oh
(DTB that shit slap)
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, ask about me, give the streets up
In the field, I could never give these streets up
Keep it on me, got at least one
Big bank, tell ya' little baby keep up (Yeah)
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel (Yeah)
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
Had the limo to the coupe
Got that Taurus in my lap, and a sword on me too
Ridin' 'round like it's my last days
Only opps ALLBLACK got is the porks in blue
Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon
Make these niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfections
I'm from Oakland, born with the drama
Kurt Cobain in my veins, PRA the new Nirvana
Mixed with shottas, I ain't the type to pray when shit get bad
I'm the type to go in beast mode, I show my ass
Now in shape, but I'll rearrange a nigga face
And make the bet before my life, I'll bullseye your ass
I don't do splits, don't do deals
I do not steal, bitch, I kill
Y'all in that house, I'm in that field
Fuck five-oh, RIP G. Floyd and Emmett Till
Ayy, ask about me, give the streets up
In the field, I could never give these streets up
Keep it on me, got at least one
Big bank, tell ya' little baby keep up
Ayy, that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
Put two thousand on a car, don't worry beat us
So much money I could leave the house, and not turn off the heater
You the type that wanna squabble with your big, but don't believe in smoke (Don't believe in smoke)
I keep a pole, she anemic, I'ma bleed the hoe
I hit his partner, he turned left, fasholy seen a ghost
All this beef I like it raw, you niggas need a roast
Hardest niggas from this coast, you niggas think we sellin' dope (Uh uh)
Crackers let us vote just to give our people hope
Aye, name one nigga workin' for the collars though
Throw up [?], make him turn the hydraulics on
[?] tell a spanish hoe geronimo
I keep a [?] I need the mazzi, then I'm out the door
Don't need a pole it, I'm the goat, my baby if it's manifested
This FN will turn your biggest nigga anorexic
I'ma blood my texts red on iMessage
Ain't even wanna shoot the nigga, he was in our section (Damn)
Ayy, ask about me, give the streets up
In the field, I could never give these streets up
Keep it on me, got at least one
Big bank, tell ya' little baby keep up
Ayy, that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
That's just how I feel, that's just how I feel
