L!L SOŁÔ - FEEL IT Pt. 2

I'm just in this bitch by myself and I'm getting loaded
I'm just in this bitch by myself and I'm getting loaded
I got mags, I got blick's Get your shit chop down, lil bitch
I'm just sitting in the stool, I just do it by myself
All these people talking hold on, think about your mental health
Family going crazy and they put me on the fucking shelf
Stay up in my lane, I just do it by my fucking self
Thinking bout my past, yeah that shit hit me in my chest
When they hit me with that shit, I didn't have a fucking vest
On the east coast and they hit me with that fucking test
Life it comes with fucking stress, hope I don't end up a mess
Crashing out on the highway, yeah I do it with the bros
Every time I get up in that bitch, you know I'm on go
Hold on, know I'm on go,know I'm on go, know I'm on go
Where the hoes? Know I'm on go
Where the hoes? Know I'm on go
Where are the hoes? Know I'm on go
Where are the hoes? Know I'm go go
Where are the hoes
I chop it up, mix it up, flip it up, get to the motherfucking bread
You want me to choose the bitch, but I'll choose you instead
This ain't no game, where we left is half a dead
He got 18, I just got the fucking nine
Give me the paper, like what do I sign
I get all this money, bitch
I already know the fucking time, I don't need a wristwatch
I'm getting this money, I'm already blind
Feel it in your body, feel it in your chest

Written by:
marquis mason

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