Hazzeytay - I Feel like (feat. Lil$lick)

Why these niggas think it's competition
Same hood, different vision, same mission
Cash flow, nigga
First off RIP that's to my brother really had my nigga in a motherfucking coffin
What the fuck
When I find out who did that shit to you
I'ma have to leave that nigga stuck
Stuck
Leave that nigga stuck
Really about to get it good
I don't know what the fuck happened to you
But I'ma know, I'ma know, I'ma know
I'ma blow, I'ma blow, I'ma blow
Welcome to my show, to my show, to my show
And big brother know, big brother know
Big brother know that I just fucking miss you
I just fucking miss you
When I see you in the afterlife
It's gonna be tears in my fucking tissue
Tears in my fucking tissue
Every time I think back, nigga, I just fucking miss you
I just fucking miss you
Yeah, you used to really change my diaper, nigga
He on my head, listen, till he get indicted, nigga
Yeah, till he get indicted, nigga
He gon' be in cuffs cause they took you from my nephew
Took him from my nephew, now that nigga gotta die
Yeah, nigga, yeah, I really feel alive
Really feel alive, really feel alive
RDH, nigga, until I fucking die
LLBR, nigga
Yeah, LLBR, nigga
LLBR, every time I wake up at night
I'm thinking about what you was thinking
Before them niggas took your life
Before them niggas took your life
Heard them niggas took his life
Killed my older brother
Damn, this shit ain't right
Tears was going down my face slower than some ice
When I find out who did it, I'mma pay the price
I was barely able to sleep at fucking night
When I was in my feelings, I would text my older sister
And say this shit don't feel right
She said it's gon' be OK, cause he is still watching
So I had to go cop that necklace
He was a hard body
He ain't never give a fuck, cause he was reckless
They told me what happened
I sent you a long ass message
I wish Heaven had a phone, so you could
See how bad that I was stressing
Don't get mad at me, cause these feelings I am addressing
I wish you could reply right to that message
I could never get tired of talking
About my big brother know that I'm just trying to get it
Trying to run a fucking digit
Forever BigRob, I don't want you to forget it
And if you speak on his name, your head
Get split to McGriddle
This shit got my heart froze
It's been colder than a sickle
It's been colder than a sickle
It's been colder than the North Pole
And if he try to play, then he gon' get sent to the ghost
I can't let my brother down
Gotta get rich till I go
Put a smile on his face
Yeah, that's my number one goal

Written by:
Deonta Harper

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find