In My Feelings

Broward Shit
Quality Over Quantity
Lately niggas be in they feelings a lot
You feel me
I'm a take page out of they book

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I'm feeling like
The game saturated
Ain't nobody dope as me
I'm feeling like
I'm violating, ain't nobody bold as me
I'm feeling like, if yo bitch holler
Then you know what's up
I'm feeling like
Fresh out the deli
I come from the coldest cuts
The fabric different, talent gifted
Nigga peep my vision, ah
I'm adding interests, bag is shifting
Nigga from rags to riches, ah
The scales is tipping, balance drifting, Nigga the weight i'm lifting, ah
From Scratch the Kitchen
My ambition driven
Nigga Respect my feelings, ah

Ten years from now
They'll recognize me as, the Chosen one, Name me double O seven
How i'm killing the game
With a golden gun
New era, GOAT, rappers falling off
Shit I'm dropping, make my colon numb
No limit faces
Every time I spit in the booth
I make niggas say Ughh
Two hands, as I bow in Grace
Over this track, I may need some Rosaries
You miss that, dial it back, it's a fact
My flow vintage, like a rotary
Been official, fuck the public
God stamped me, with the Notaries
If I die today, bury me wit alabaster oil
And some potpourri
If niggas getting bags, wit no class
Best believe, there's some hope for me
A nigga bougie, when it come to fucking, I just let bitches chauffeur me
The day I sell out
Tuh' that's the day, a nigga wrote for me, but that day will never come
Like twelve running the culture Please
Blessings niggas daily, now I Know
Oh yea, how Oprah feel, this pen is heat
When I blacksmith
I pull out the coldest steel
Spin the block, I got it jumping
Niggas Know, for sure
I'm the dopest deal
These lines so pure, you would think
I was selling dope for real
Any minute now, I'm about to blow
I got the game on it knees
Don't ask about the jwett, baby girl
If you ain't ready to get greased
Once upon time, every nigga was a simp, and started off naive, know yourself
Then you can talk yo shit, my nigga Word to Socrates
With the same breathe
I'm focused on the bag
It's coming, like crack to a fiend
We run tricks, for those treats
Nothing sweet, everyday Halloween
If you didn't know, now you now
I'm the new nigga on the scene
P.S. fuck the system

Fuck the system
Fuck the system

That's how you feel

I'm feeling like
The game saturated
Ain't nobody dope as me
I'm feeling like
I'm violating, ain't nobody bold as me
I'm feeling like, if yo bitch holler
Then you know, what's up
I'm feeling like
Fresh out the deli
I come from the coldest cuts
The fabric different, talent gifted
Nigga peep my vision, ah
I'm adding interests, bag is shifting
Nigga from rags to riches, ah
The scales is tipping, balance drifting, Nigga the weight i'm lifting, ah
From Scratch the Kitchen
My ambition driven
Nigga Respect my feelings, ah