How Im Feeling

Murder she wrote I want the bitch with the paper

I remember days coming up with no cable

I felt disable snapping like a gator

I ain't gone lie i don't like neighbors

I see a lot of haters hating on my flava

Boy you ain't shit you a bitch lik a waiter

I talk about your family yeah I'm on Demon time

Scary ass nigga you anemic you ain't holding iron

(Aye yall betta stop playing wit me bro like Forreal I rap rap forreal like no cap

I do this dawg)

I'm back lik I never left my last job let me go