Feelings - Suigeneris, TJ Porter

I came up from the bottom, these niggas be hatin' on me and I know they don’t

want me to pop

I had to put in the grind and put in the time, these niggas ain’t give me my

shot

I got some shit on my mind, it started with rhymes, I know I’ma get to the top

I know they hatin' on me, yeah, they want me to flop

Bitch, I’m the voice of the trenches, I remember I was comin' off benches

Young niggas, we was hoppin' them fences

Nigga, that’s how we was livin'

And this shit is fucked up but I came a long way

«He lucked up,» is what them niggas all say

They want me down 'cause they see that I’m killin'

Hopped in the booth, I’m expressing my feelings

There ain’t no safety on this .38

If I shoot then I’ll shoot it for real

Got a ride with a nine, murder stay on my mind

If I shoot then I’m shootin' to kill

Lost a couple of homies to pills

Had to get in my bag for real

They ain’t show me no love when I had no funds

So fuck him if that’s how he feel

They full of shit, I gotta ride with a clip

'Cause I can never trust a soul

Gotta put mom in a mansion then switch it up fast

Yeah, they pray to God that I’ma fold

I’ma put on for my city, they ain’t fuckin' with me

My brothers tryna see us ball

I ain’t gon' be in a grave

Seen too many soldiers in my corner taking a loss

Rest in peace grandma, I know that you see me

I’m tryna go in, get the coupe with the stars

I ain’t gon' eat if my brothers, they feast

'Til I get it and split it, not talkin' divorce

Used to be ramen and 'fits straight from Ross

Now I walk out the house rockin' Christian Dior

Diamonds is bustin', I been on the stuntin'

I came out the womb knowin' I’d be a boss

I came up from the bottom, these niggas be hatin' on me and I know they don’t

want me to pop

I had to put in the grind and put in the time, these niggas ain’t give me my

shot

I got some shit on my mind, it started with rhymes, I know I’ma get to the top

I know they hatin' on me, yeah, they want me to flop

Bitch, I’m the voice of the trenches, I remember I was comin' off benches

Young niggas, we was hoppin' them fences

Nigga, that’s how we was livin'

And this shit is fucked up but I came a long way

«He lucked up,» is what them niggas all say

They want me down 'cause they see that I’m killin'

Hopped in the booth, I’m expressing my feelings