Trapismyname - How I Feel

You know what I hate
I hate when niggas tell me they know how I feel
Nigga you don’t know how I feel
You don’t know what the fuck I’ve been through
You don’t know how the fuck it feels to be me
So don’t fucking tell me, you know how I feel
Please Don’t hate me when I’m gone
I need to roll up
I need to smoke something
I had to lay off the pills
I’m in going in for the kill
I’m working hard so I don’t need a deal
I’m working hard trying to pay off the bills
Been through a lot I don’t how to feel
Been through a lot you don’t know how I feel
Not pouring up if the bottle ain’t sealed
I know how to trap I don’t need to steal
I’m on the block and I’m posted for real
Gucci pajamas I’m covered in silk
Came from the mud I’m covered in filth
Gucci On got me covered in guilt
ADHD I hate standing still
I’m after the bag I don’t want to chill
I'm trying deal with all my emotions
I had to go through motions
Heart so cold , that is frozen
Gucci on me like it lotion
I was just pouring up potions
My pain is deep like the ocean
Meanwhile I’m stacking my tokens
Always stay strapped I’m not talking a Trojan
I’ll blast a nigga if he think that I’m joking
Rest in Peace Mommy I gotta keep going
I’m still in the gutter
And I miss my mother
I’m with the gang and I’m with my brothers
All hard the times it made us tougher
I’m in my bag , one hell of summer
Running up checks and I'm crunching the numbers
We had a struggle and we had to hustle
If you are not family then I can not trust you
As a young kid I was always in trouble
Whipping the tracks, hoping it bubble
True to my self , and I remain humble
I had the ps in the duffle
Broke it down just to make double
Low-key nigga, I always move subtle
You don’t know how I feel you bitch ass niggas
I had to lay off the pills
I’m in going in for the kill
I’m working hard so I don’t need a deal
I’m working hard trying to pay off the bills
Been through a lot I don’t how to feel
Been through a lot you don’t know how i feel
Not pouring up if the bottle ain’t sealed
I know how to trap I don’t need to steal
I’m on the block and I’m posted for real
Gucci pajamas I’m covered in silk
Came from the mud I’m covered in filth
Gucci on got me covered in guilt
ADHD I hate standing still
I’m after the bag I don’t want to chill

Written by:
Anthony Carrier

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