Feel Good E

Top down. Coming across that bridge, you know, the one on The way to South Beach, right? Watching my little man get it through this pandemic. I told him, "Keep them gloves on, you hand To hand with it." My partner's son on the Plane, he tryna land with it. Still sending shit to the pen and don't get Jammed with it. Yazoo, the medium yard, The place where I grew. Either get bitter or Better, nigga, it's one of the two. I'm dumping ashes on these bankrupt papers, They think I'm through. I'm like LeBron on the Lakers, you never know what I'ma do. Stepping, me and my weapon and these red bottoms Blue. With some project niggas that just got a Million and they shoot. It's a privilege to see me, my page private Now, boo. Just 'cause you say you fuck with Me, don't mean I fuck with you. Ooh. How you feel? Feel good. They looking at you. I made 'em look crazy. You see me. How you living? I'm doing good. You see me swimming. Motherfucker, I'm waving. Blow a bag and my wrist going crazy. Get it back, bet a bitch gon' pay me. Shit feel good. How you living? I'm doing good. I see you swimming. Motherfucker, I'm waving. I roll up some rumors just for the losers. And tell 'em you can have that blunt. Ugh. You niggas not trappers, you just consumers. And you leasing that bitch by the month. Yeah. Bagging up cream with a queen that had Low self-esteem. I put her on the team and Now she living out her dream. Moschino jeans on Collins Ave in quarantine. I'm throwing back beans and pouring up lean. KOD parking lot, I'm showing up clean. Leaving on Sunday even though it's closed for COVID. F&N light as hell, here wanna hold it? We go walking this bitch, get some ones and Just stow it. Yeah. How you feel? It feel good. They looking at you. I made 'em look crazy. You see me. How you living? I'm doing good. You see me swimming. Motherfucker, I'm waving. Blow a bag and my wrist going crazy. Get it back, bet a bitch gon' pay me. Shit feel good. How you living? I'm doing good. I see you swimming. Motherfucker, I'm waving. All the haters. Look how they made me. Throw rocks and hide they hands. Off-White shoes, Dior shirt, Glock inside my pants. And I'm waving. I'm fucking them niggas' plans. I'm really running up bands with the sand. A thousand grams stuffed in Coca-Cola cans. Don't wanna be the man, but I'm knowing that I am. So I do shit like pay for The party and act like I don't know nobody. Cut the dog with the fentanyl, they think I Know karate. Then jump in the passenger seat with Tico in his Maserati. I really shouldn't be in these projects in this Ferrari. If I make you niggas sick to your Stomach, I'm not sorry. I'm just coming through, you know. Feeling good. How you feel? It feel good. They looking at you. I made 'em look crazy. You see me. How you living? I'm doing good. You see me swimming. Motherfucker, I'm waving. Blow a bag and my wrist going crazy. Get it back, bet a bitch gon' pay me. Shit feel good. How you living? I'm doing good. I see you swimming. Motherfucker, I'm waving. You know, Hit the gas, left lane shit, you dig? Wind blowing, Ashes going everywhere, you know? This top down talk, nigga. Rave weather. You dig me? I'm just saying. Ain't that Star Island over there? Save me some land over that bitch.