Henny - Feel This

Yea, I was sitting back thinking and
I came to the conclusion that
Goals without practice and execution
Are just dreams that’ll never flourish,
And when you understand that,
You’ll recognize failure ain’t an option.
(Let’s goooo)
Yea
This my progression
Lame nigga you can be threatened
I’m so blood when I was born
I had a B section
Put your logo on a shirt
When this Heat press em
I’m better than you niggas with the least effort
Uh
Daddy left and never came back
I don’t got no feelings
I can’t show you where that pain at
Save the platitudes
I don’t have time to fake chat
B.I.G dreams in this music where my faith at
(Let’s gooo)
Let’s go back in time
05 when I was writing rhymes
I couldn’t really sleep
Cause I had to keep my eyes on the prize
I don’t have much
But what I have is all on the line
I’m allergic to manure
I keep the bullshit aside
I got nothing but success on my mind
I fuck with people that’s gon’ do it
Not the ones that say they gon’ try
It’s hard to focus on your dreams
When you’re trynna survive, uh
Yea that’s real shit
If you come from where I come from
Than you feel this,
Uh yea
You gotta feel this
I ain’t dying till I make a couple millions
Yea uh
Ambitious I am
Feel like Diddy cause tomorrow
I’ll be making a band
I’m alive so I got the whole world in my hand
I’m Killin baby the best I could B is the Plan
I used to be a rapper
But now I am a brand
Can’t be salty about who I’m better than
They might have more success
Sometimes more is less
I take pride in my journey
I ain’t broken yet, uh
Far from overnight success
15 years and I’m still on they neck
Still on the go,
And I still think I’m the best
Try not to foul or I’m still shootin this tech
Pow
I’m so numb that I can’t feel shit
Trippin in the field,
But this shit is not a field trip
So much knowledge in my brain
That I’m starting to feel rich
I just wanna ball
And I ain’t talkin Wilson
Uh, Yea that’s real shit
If you come from where I come from
Than you feel this,
Uh yea
You gotta feel this
I ain’t dying till I make a couple millions
Mama need a house
How to make figures
I’m trynna figure it out
I do it for the bag
Y’all doing it for the clout
On the road to success
I’m making my own route
Yea
All my niggas is some killers
I’m so comfortable
That I be walking around with slippers
Always get ahead like a barber with some clippers
I rather take notes,
They rather take pictures
What I do is every day try to improve
You playin' with emotions
You must be playing to lose
I rather make money
You rather make an excuse
No false accusations my nigga I am the truth
Oouu
This quarantine locked me in the booth
I’m far from a chicken
But a nigga in the stu
You can listen to these rappers
But would you learn something new
This ain’t your regular song
I’m taking niggas to school oouu
Yea that’s real shit
If you come from where I come from
Than you feel this
Uh yea
You gotta feel this
I ain’t dying till I make a couple millions

Written by:
Henny Ruiz

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