Lyrics Feelings - Suigeneris, TJ Porter

Feelings

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