I Feel Good lyrics

[Intro: Z-Ro]
Hold up mayne..
You nawmsayin?
What up to that boy Pusha T
I know you f*cking with me mayne, showing you some love back you nawmsayin

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
Hold up
I feel good, doing this sh*t for my hood
You ain't got to show no love
Cause I'm a mothaf*cking thug
And I can buy my own drugs
I don't need help
So guess what, I'ma help myself
Hit the dopeman and buy my sack
Hit the weedman and buy my pack
Straight like that, never will [?]
It's the n*gga Ro, I'm holding my di*k bone
Free my n*gga Michael Corleone
Let him come home, so he can ride chrome
Mayne, let a n*gga just go off
Going so hard, I never go soft
I'm my own boss, I'm the employer
n*gga like me, I've payed my lawyer
Like Tom Sawyer, keep my [?] up
Drink my cup till it's empty then refill it up
n*gga fell off but I brought it right back
Bet I'd put a hole in your mothaf*cking head
I don't give a f*ck about n*gga none of y'all
If all y'all bumping, I murder everyone of y'all
Ain't no thing, like a chicken wing
Coming down Fondren, right on Main
Maybe Hillcroft, I'ma pop a pill
Higher than a mountain top, higher than a hill
What the f*ck you feel, Houston, Texas
No love for plexers, wear my vest to breakfast
Always mean, never ever happy
How do I get my money? I get it snappy
n*gga like Rotha, Relvis, it's Silly D
n*gga I don't give a f*ck if you ain't feeling me
Cause, I represent the Mo
Everybody at the barbershop ain't no ho
Showing much love, never been a scrub
n*gga I'ma crip and my n*gga is a blood
Straight like that, it ain't no beefing
A million mothaf*cking dollars ho, that's what we seeking
And we going get it, then we going split it
A bad bad b*tch, I bet a hundred I'd hit it
b*tch I ain't a ho, never been a trick
I'ma tell you one time, raise up off the di*k
What up Screwed Up Click, that's my fam
And the master kush, I got a thousand grams
Talking about bags, talking about sacks
Screw blue candy paint homie on the back, and the front, and the side, and the doors
And leave a n*gga frozen
He's all outlined in chalk, about to be going
To another mothaf*cking place, cause I put the bullet in his mothaf*cking face
Free my n*gga Pharoah, and free my n*gga Grace
It's the n*gga Ro, and my flow is straight laced
Slowing my pace, I'ma win the race
n*gga like Rother Vandross, I got space
I'm talking about outer, Pluto, and Neptune
It's the n*gga Ro, I ain't the one you wanna step to
Out on Mars, f*cking yellow stars
Plenty yellow brauds, plenty cars
Plenty plenty clothes, plenty flows
I hit the Chase Bank I got plenty dough
n*gga and I bet that, and the candy I'ma wet that
Pull out the Calico, beware b*tch get that..