| 5:06 AM | 
| Feel like I should go to sleep | 
| Yeah, try to do this one time | 
| I feel like Farrakhan with the 40 ounce | 
| Malcolm X pushing his glasses up in V-live watching all the shawtys bounce | 
| I feel like Oprah Winfrey with 10 G’s, no flexin' | 
| Pimp C’s Rolex shining on these hoes heads | 
| I feel like Erykah’s pussy, mm, enough said | 
| Nigga heart like Worldstar | 
| Nigga head like Bel-Air | 
| Feel my bitch only truly love me when I’m filling up her buggy | 
| When I send her out for fresh nails and a new pack of. | 
| I’m feeling cocky in my nakedness | 
| Extra sensitive to sacred bitch | 
| So who the fuck you playing with? | 
| I feel the anger oozing out my family portrait | 
| Who knew posing in the gutter could turn out so gorgeous? | 
| Nigga Metta World Peace with my metamorphosis | 
| Hey Arnold, all these bandwagon fans boarding | 
| I feel like Marvin Gaye on his birthday | 
| Sometimes I feel like God on her worst day | 
| Feeling like a breath of fresh air | 
| Or Sanaa Lathan’s sundress | 
| Feel like I been numb so long | 
| Can’t remember feelin' nothing else | 
| Feel R. Kelly overdid it and Aaliyah wasn’t done yet | 
| Fuck it, what do I know? | 
| You get the concept | 
| I feel a woop coming on | 
| Butterfly Tootsie Roll | 
| Black and young, flaming hots, and a scratch-off for my mom | 
| Feel like Kool-Aid in a sandwich bag | 
| Live from the scammers natural habitat | 
| Trick up my sleeve, alakazam, no Shaq | 
| Ah-ha, oh yeah, so many feelings, so many losers with expert opinions | 
| I feel I think I don’t know shit sometimes | 
| I feel survivors guilt, but I don’t feel alive | 
| Often wonder why | 
| TASHADA! | 
| TASHADA! | 
| Bitch you better open this door! | 
| I got your son outside, hoe! | 
| Fuck wrong witchu! | 
| (door opens) | 
| Oh, uh. | 
| your name must be Jason | 
| Big as fuck. | 
| you big, big! | 
| What the fuck you be eatin' bruh? | 
| Ayy.um. | 
| you think you can go get our girl and tell her | 
| Come down here 'cause. | 
| She got our child. | 
| he might be yours | 
| How long you been fuckin' with her? | 
| 'scuse me let me walk, be right back real quick dog. | 
| TASHADA! | 
| BITCH COME OUT! | 
| Fuck wrong witchu! | 
| You ain’t even got no cereal in here man | 
| You got milk but you ain’t got no cereal | 
| What type of bitch ass drink milk? | 
| You know, why I stop fuckin' witchu anyways | 
| I bet you drink it out the bottle ugly ass girl, AYY! |