Feelin Good

Feelin Good lyrics

[Intro]
(Cook that shit up, Steelz) [Chorus: Compton Av]
I just got a check, I'm feelin' good today
'bout to bust it down and bless the whole hood today
I run these streets, I'm that nigga niggas wanna be
They fuck with me 'cause I'm solid and I'm sucka-free
I got up off my ass and made it rich on my own
You a skeez, get this bitch off my phone
I went and got a bag and now I'm on it, nigga, super lit
Niggas say they shooters in they song, but they ain't shootin' shit[Verse 1: Compton Av]
This ain't no dance song, but, nigga, fuck it, get your dance on
The streets'll vouch for me, I'm really rappin' what I stand on
Bitch, I'm really him, when you see me, get your fan on
I made it out the trenches, got a check and put my mans on
I got it out the mud, now I'm lit on 'em
I focused on my grind and got rich on 'em
Niggas go against the game, we gon' spin on 'em
Turn the block and load the chops and go again on 'em
Real back-in-stylin', yeah, bitch, I brung this back in
I fuck with gangsta everywhere, nigga, tap in
Security a fan, that nigga let me get my strap in
You book me for a show, I need my front and my backend
[Chorus: Compton Av]
I just got a check, I'm feelin' good today
'bout to bust it down and bless the whole hood today
I run these streets, I'm that nigga niggas wanna be
They fuck with me 'cause I'm solid and I'm sucka-free
I got up off my ass and made it rich on my own
You a skeez, get this bitch off my phone
I went and got a bag and now I'm on it, nigga, super lit
Niggas say they shooters in they song, but they ain't shootin' shit[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Neck and Rollie bright, look like a light, I'm gon' be up for life
She jump in that Ghost, see all this ice and she gon' fuck on sight
They like, "Why you rich and cuttin' pints?" So Chucky up the price
See them niggas out, lil' bro on go, his shit get took tonight
I hate pussy niggas, fuck the 'Gram, and don't be dancin' either
I blew sixty bands on my new Range, it made my hands anemic
Just got off probation, know they watchin', be on pins and needles
Capo in my hood, got my lil' soldiers, they gon' pledge allegiance
Hundred shooters like the Taliban, I trap on out of bounds
Up until she spent a light two racks and knocked a model down
I get on these beats and talk that dope, I don't be tryna rap
Put a hundred in his brand-new Drac', look like a powerline[Chorus: Compton Av]
I just got a check, I'm feelin' good today
'bout to bust it down and bless the whole hood today
I run these streets, I'm that nigga niggas wanna be
They fuck with me 'cause I'm solid and I'm sucka-free
I got up off my ass and made it rich on my own
You a skeez, get this bitch off my phone
I went and got a bag and now I'm on it, nigga, super lit
Niggas say they shooters in they song, but they ain't shootin' shit