Feel This Way lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mmmmmmmm
Lil bro out his mind
Pop him a X and he spin in the field today
Dead inside, I’m dying
Steady asking God like, why I feel this way?
Wanna kill me stop trying, I'ma pop out, I'ma score me a kill today
Ain’t tripping 'bout her she ain’t mine, I kicked the b*tch out that’s just how I feel today

[Chorus]
I was down now I’m feeling like, f*ck it
Got my hand in my hand it get ugly
Let off a button hit n*ggas who ducking
We spinning hit n*ggas top, give n*ggas concussion
To the hospital they rushing
The last thing he heard was, “This sh*t for my buzzin”
I show too much love they can’t say that I wasn’t
They know if they call me no question I’m coming

[Verse 2]
No I can’t let 'em get with me
Got sticks by the bed if they coming to get me
Jump straight out my sleep b*tch you talk to the [?]
Like don’t try to creep, I'ma make 'em a memory
I don’t got a mind so don’t temp me
We play with this money, kill sh*t out a Bentley
Lightskin pretty b*tch, I'ma handle her gently but might let her go if I feel like she friendly
[Bridge]
Uh, uh
He steady poppin' the X, fighting anxiety dealing with his thoughts
He thinking 'bout what’s next
I did some dirt with my gunnas, I’ll take to the grave no I won’t ever confess
I’m in the car with them killers, we hunting for souls, we tryna make us a mass
We on it, we need it

[Verse 3]
I just stop tweaking, that boy be fiending
He tryna score him a bucket, I looked in his eyes and I could just tell that he mean it
I’m with the reaper, that’s somewhere you know I reside, we tryna catch all the demons
Came through the cut, ran a opp n*gga down with that fye
I know them f*ck n*ggas seen it
Know I’m on point and I ride with 3 pipes only me only time that a young n*gga feeling safe
When you start touching that money, f*ck n*ggas envy like damn, why you feel that way?
Lil buzz out and he on dummy
Knock on a door, fah fah, tryna kill that way
And I pop with two buttons tucked in my jeans 'cause I couldn’t conceal the drac

[Chorus]
I was down now I’m feeling like, f*ck it
Got my hand in my hand it get ugly
Let off a button hit n*ggas who ducking
We spinning hit n*ggas top, give n*ggas concussion
To the hospital they rushing
The last thing he heard was, “This sh*t for my buzzin”
I show too much love they can’t say that I wasn’t
They know if they call me no question I’m coming uh uh
[Outro]
Uh, uh
He steady poppin' the X, fighting anxiety dealing with his thoughts
He thinking 'bout what’s next
I did some dirt with my gunnas, I’ll take to the grave no I won’t ever confess
I’m in the car with them killers, we hunting for souls, we tryna make us a mass