Feelin Like

Got some manna on your chest for me, ya bitch, bring it on

I don't need no fucking back up, I don't need no fucking tone

Got my left and my right

To lay you on the fucking ground

Blood leaking from your face as you make a screaming sound

I'm a motherfucking man and I say what I feel

I ain't talking on the net bitch, I keep it fucking real

Face to face, you know the deal

Cowards say they don't want it

Bitch, I know the shit I've done

So there's no need to fucking flaunt it

Southside, Southside, till the day that I die

Ho, I rep it to the fullest, yes

I say that shit with pride

Just a young white boy who ain't never had shit

Told I never be shit

So now I'm here to change it, bitch

Too thick, too thick, Doomshop is the clique

Sixset murkin' bustas, lettin' 'em know who runs this shit

If you got a fucking problem, if you got something to say

Then bring that shit to the floor

Baker ain't the one to play, you bitch

(Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck)

(Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck)

(Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck)

(Get buck, get buck)

Smoking on some dank while I sip on pint of yak

With my **** high as hell off that fat chronic sack

Ridin' through the park, blowin' AC while I'm chillin', mane

Bitches looking at me because they know a **** riding clean

Smokin' on some dank while I sip on pint of yak

With my **** high as hell off that fat chronic sack

Ridin' through the park, blowin' AC while I'm chillin', mane

Bitches looking at me because they know a **** riding clean