HOW I FEEL (PROD. BY StoopidXool)

Five twenties, fifties, tens. Ben Franklins. Lord forgive me for my sins. I started praying every day and God started changing My life. Ooh, nigga fuck a friend. They don't care about you, all they do is Pretend. I said they just pretend. I started getting guap, now these bitches wanna act Polite. Nigga fuck a friend. You fucked me over, you can't do that shit Again. I cut them bitches off, I feel like Kay Kap. I was looking at the Benz, but I might Just get the Lamb'. Now I see a lot of gold, drop the Roof. Hoes used to treat me like a nincompoop. Now they on my dick, that's what that guala Do. Nigga I would chase that money boy if I were you. Five twenties, fifties, tens. Ben Franklins. Lord forgive me for my sins. I started praying every day and God started changing My life. Ooh, nigga fuck a friend. They don't care about you, all they do is Pretend. I said they just pretend. I started getting guap, now these bitches wanna act Polite. All these bitches do is lie. All these niggas do is lie. That ain't him, that's a disguise. He a lame, I do not know this guy. Don't try to hug me, I don't know you. Bitch I heard you dick hopping from crew to Crew. I heard your pussy stinking, It's basura too. I'll give you Blue's number if you need a Clue. Five twenties, fifties, tens. Ben Franklins. Lord forgive me for my sins. I started praying every day and God started changing My life. Nigga fuck a friend. They don't care about you, they just pretend. I said they just pretend. I started getting guap, now these bitches wanna act Polite. Wanna act polite. Wanna act polite. Polite. Me and Stupid gon' stoop. Me and Stupid gon' stoop. Polite. On the beat, boy. Polite. Polite. Polite. Polite.