Felt ft. Boywalker510 Lyrics

Uh, uh Uh, uh

Uh, uh Grindin' my way up, I did it myself

I wasn't worried about nobody else What was the love when I needed your help

All the depression, the pain, I done felt Dodgin' the police, not tryna get killed

Ride with the tool and instructin' my felt Dodgin' these suckas, not tryna get killed

Dodgen' these suckas, not tryna get killed Grindin' my way up, I did it myself

I wasn't worried about nobody else What was the love when I needed your help

All the depression, the pain, I done felt Dodgin' the police, not tryna get killed

Ride with the tool and instructin' my felt Dodgin' these suckas, not tryna get killed

Dodgin' these suckas, not tryna get killed Dodgin' these suckas, not tryna get killed

Ride with the tool and instructin' my felt What was the love when I needed your help

Where was the love when I needed your help

Fuck on my family, then she gon' get physical Niggas keep talkin', then she gon' get critical

Shoot up his body and turn him invisible Fill up his body with tools and chemicals

All the depression, the pain Takin' these drugs, still don't ease the pain

Fuckin' these hoes, tryna find love in the game But still don't trust a thing

When I lost little, that shit hurt me mentally Fucked up my mind and it fucked up my memory

Feelin' depressed and it took all my energy Touchin' your body, it's stealin' my memory

Grindin' my way up, I did it myself I wasn't worried about nobody else

What was the love when I needed your help? All the depression, the pain, I done felt

Dodgin' the police, not tryna get killed Ride with the tool and instructin' my felt

Dodgin' these suckers, not tryna get killed Dodgin' these suckers, not tryna get killed

Grindin' my way up, I did it myself I wasn't worried about nobody else

What was the love when I needed your help? All the depression, the pain, I done felt

Dodgin' the police, not tryna get killed Ride with the tool and instructin' my felt

Dodgin' these suckers, not tryna get killed Dodgin' these suckers, not tryna get killed

Aint tryna get killed Your pussy ass niggas ain't built

That's why I ride with my stick I'm talkin' bout 30 round out on my hip

Stay away from pussy ass niggas that'll snitch I ride around that, they tryna send me a bitch

I'm duckin' the affairs and I'm tryna get rich You just a gram nigga, you ain't really with the shit

The bitch ain't secure, hoe, get out my face I blow up, now the hoe wanna play my mixtape

Position my real niggas and cut off all the fakes Free all my niggas that's doin' time upstate

I stick to myself cause I don't need no mistakes Duckin' the cops cause I don't need another case

What was the love back when I needed help? You can keep that fake love, that's why I did it by myself

Grindin' my way up, I did it myself I wasn't worried bout nobody else

What was the love when I needed your help? All the depression, the pain, I done felt

Dodging the police, not tryna get killed Ride with the tula, never stretched my belt

Dodgin' these suckers, not tryna get killed Dodgin' these suckers, not tryna get killed

Grindin' my way up, I did it myself I wasn't worried bout nobody else

What was the love when I needed your help? All the depression, the pain, I done felt

Dodging the police, not tryna get killed Ride with the tula, never stretched my belt

Dodgin' these suckers, not tryna get killed Dodgin' these suckers, not tryna get killed