Is That The Way You Feel?

Face plant on the pavement the chalk melt These feelings are heartfelt Lotta men dying, my mind on the Solomon Islands You grieve cause you reach for new car smells Demon or cartel, 5 to 15, got to get clean, lean, he a beast with the barbell At least a nigga care, you receiving the large mail You don't care bout yourself nigga, victim of lost hell You don't care bout yourself, brain body and health Sloppy as well, Crash Holly how you fight with the Molly you'll prolly kill He never had a dream of critiquing Bugatti wheels Only cared about the precinct, protection, the shotty peels Talk to God twice a day that's how he body build The hobby real, no we can't wash it off Black mothers drive they don't call her a soccer mom Black father drive, grab the gun fuck a baton The booth talking, it spoke to me it soulfully said Honch they waiting the streets need it Something was off, cause I don't make music just for streets and the booth don't talk it keep secrets Unless they leak it Y'all be basic, I'm Ossie Davis My ocky cadence, not behaving Regretting guap you paying for nominations Why you lip singing? Keep the attitude at home lil nigga you supposed to let ya bitch bring it Is that the way you feel Is that the way you feel about me Is that the way you feel Is that the way you feel about me Is that the way you feel Is that the way you feel about me About me My attraction it don't hide From a small pub all the way to SoFi Stadium and my dollars Arabian A radiant feeling that we can say we win I'm working, I move packs while ya homies wilding Acting like New Jack on the Smoky Mountain Sip from the holy fountain This shit groovy, Pat the Lord of bouncing Mess with the my money, we at your accountant Bare back on the wet grass, immune to These niggas'll shoot you A lot of men dying my mind on Galápagos Islands You mad cause the street got rules too Preach to the fools who Gotta get clean, bottles and weed, greed is the tree with the bruised root You don't want them to Snoop on Crip blocks like Blues Clues You don't want them to shit on Hip Hop, like you do I choose too, beachside while my bitch play with my braids You stay outside while a nigga sage Elevated quarter waters just to hand squeeze lemonade Your hood mentality makes you a slave I don't know what's the shit that you was expecting Us knocking down all the doors is a symbol, fluid progression Brutal aggression, I talk for the ones who new to the message I beg you to run it back, for the ones who didn't catch it Is that the way you feel Is that the way you feel about me Is that the way you feel Is that the way you feel about me Is that the way you feel Is that the way you feel about me About me