s by Kero(Veli) Lyrics
(Intro)
"How you feeling? Fine!, feel alright?"
(Verse 1)
Laugh when they claim that they know me how?
Money pile up, while you chase females to hold you down what
Beats shake the ground like timber
-Land of the fake friends who shake hands pretending like
They wasn't gunning at your back before you turned around
So I keep them in the rear view, windshield see a mil or two
Get to the money early so I never have to plan to
Judge penitentiary chances to get fly at The Landing, up all night vamping getting amped in my trances
The good die young and the great held for ransom
Till they tired of your samples and following your example
I pray to God that I echo
Put numbers on the board, the world ankles on my collarbone
Guard your kingdom watch your throne
Nigga, they paint pictures I take pictures
Drool ether, spit hot shit charred lung no filter
No fucks no feelings on the mic with my nose dripping
Cold nigga, cold hearted
One night no feelings..
Just real grills trill till my next umbilical
Cord cut and fore runners of MO come up, pass the baton swear I won't slow up
Nah
Cus' we put #'s, on the , motherfucking board
From the floor to the Forbes flaming till I'm fucking bored
And when I get there, no handouts for you niggas
Not even a handshake, left over plate for you niggas cus'
I can't get that now right?
Flavor in your ear brodie, come and get a soundbite
Money over bitches? That don't really sound right
Flexing on your Insta, ugh
Foreign cars and women all local to some nigga I'll/
Spend a rack with Wuz before I give Versace fifty
Anything I do I swear I do it for the city
Niggas flex a lot but, I can't show no pity or
Try to mediate cus' then I'm in the bullshit with him so
Let them do that rapping and just shoot like music video
I stay in the cut like neosporin, I don't fein for no
Attention from these niggas or bitches, I know yall see me though, every time I score
Couldn't hoop so I ball off the court
#'s on the motherfucking boards
(Outro)
"How you feeling? Fine! Feel alright?"
"How you feeling? Fine!, feel alright?"
(Verse 1)
Laugh when they claim that they know me how?
Money pile up, while you chase females to hold you down what
Beats shake the ground like timber
-Land of the fake friends who shake hands pretending like
They wasn't gunning at your back before you turned around
So I keep them in the rear view, windshield see a mil or two
Get to the money early so I never have to plan to
Judge penitentiary chances to get fly at The Landing, up all night vamping getting amped in my trances
The good die young and the great held for ransom
Till they tired of your samples and following your example
I pray to God that I echo
Put numbers on the board, the world ankles on my collarbone
Guard your kingdom watch your throne
Nigga, they paint pictures I take pictures
Drool ether, spit hot shit charred lung no filter
No fucks no feelings on the mic with my nose dripping
Cold nigga, cold hearted
One night no feelings..
Just real grills trill till my next umbilical
Cord cut and fore runners of MO come up, pass the baton swear I won't slow up
Nah
Cus' we put #'s, on the , motherfucking board
From the floor to the Forbes flaming till I'm fucking bored
And when I get there, no handouts for you niggas
Not even a handshake, left over plate for you niggas cus'
I can't get that now right?
Flavor in your ear brodie, come and get a soundbite
Money over bitches? That don't really sound right
Flexing on your Insta, ugh
Foreign cars and women all local to some nigga I'll/
Spend a rack with Wuz before I give Versace fifty
Anything I do I swear I do it for the city
Niggas flex a lot but, I can't show no pity or
Try to mediate cus' then I'm in the bullshit with him so
Let them do that rapping and just shoot like music video
I stay in the cut like neosporin, I don't fein for no
Attention from these niggas or bitches, I know yall see me though, every time I score
Couldn't hoop so I ball off the court
#'s on the motherfucking boards
(Outro)
"How you feeling? Fine! Feel alright?"