Is That The Way You Feel? ft. Greeneryy Lyrics

Face plant on the pavement the chalk melt

These feelings are heartfelt

Lotta men dying, my mind on the Solomon Islands

You grieve cause you reach for new car smells

Demon or cartel, 5 to 15, got to get clean, lean, he a beast with the barbell

At least a nigga care, you receiving the large mail

You don't care bout yourself nigga, victim of lost hell

You don't care bout yourself, brain body and health

Sloppy as well, Crash Holly how you fight with the Molly you'll prolly kill

He never had a dream of critiquing Bugatti wheels

Only cared about the precinct, protection, the shotty peels

Talk to God twice a day that's how he body build

The hobby real, no we can't wash it off

Black mothers drive they don't call her a soccer mom

Black father drive, grab the gun fuck a baton

The booth talking, it spoke to me it soulfully said Honch they waiting the streets need it

Something was off, cause I don't make music just for streets and the booth don't talk it keep secrets

Unless they leak it

Y'all be basic, I'm Ossie Davis

My ocky cadence, not behaving

Regretting guap you paying for nominations

Why you lip singing?

Keep the attitude at home lil nigga you supposed to let ya bitch bring it

Is that the way you feel

Is that the way you feel about me

Is that the way you feel

Is that the way you feel about me

Is that the way you feel

Is that the way you feel about me

About me

My attraction it don't hide

From a small pub all the way to SoFi

Stadium and my dollars Arabian

A radiant feeling that we can say we win

I'm working, I move packs while ya homies wilding

Acting like New Jack on the Smoky Mountain

Sip from the holy fountain

This shit groovy, Pat the Lord of bouncing

Mess with the my money, we at your accountant

Bare back on the wet grass, immune to

These niggas'll shoot you

A lot of men dying my mind on Galápagos Islands

You mad cause the street got rules too

Preach to the fools who

Gotta get clean, bottles and weed, greed is the tree with the bruised root

You don't want them to Snoop on Crip blocks like Blues Clues

You don't want them to shit on Hip Hop, like you do

I choose too, beachside while my bitch play with my braids

You stay outside while a nigga sage

Elevated quarter waters just to hand squeeze lemonade

Your hood mentality makes you a slave

I don't know what's the shit that you was expecting

Us knocking down all the doors is a symbol, fluid progression

Brutal aggression, I talk for the ones who new to the message

I beg you to run it back, for the ones who didn't catch it

Is that the way you feel

Is that the way you feel about me

Is that the way you feel

Is that the way you feel about me

Is that the way you feel

Is that the way you feel about me

About me