A quick freestyle over Tyga and Kanye's new beat "Feel Me." Don't take lyrics seriously they're all just me bragging haha...
Instrumental produced by Hit Braniac
If you enjoy my video and are slightly interested in me:
DJ Khaled - For Free Remix: https://youtu.be/rMnkh-3-1mo
Tyga - STIMULATED Remix: https://youtu.be/QO4itXYGU0M
Big Bang - FXXK IT & The Weeknd - Party Monster Mashup: https://youtu.be/FXOOhxFlp3g
Drake - Fake Love Cover: https://youtu.be/ugzATU0HQFk
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My lyrics (or just click "Subtitles/CC"):
Dealing the hate,
Telling the fake shit,
That’s way too fucking late.
Feeling the cake,
Sipping on drink,
And now I be killing the game.
Feel me, bitches all feel me,
You know every girl that you fancy wanna date me.
I be on cloud 9 to see what that vibe is,
And they got that fake love shit I can't fuck with.
Kylie Jenner thick but that ain't my business,
And I'mma mind my own and tell them that ain't my business.
Three o'clock we kicking on the rooftop,
And baby mama why don’t you stay I got you toothbrush.
Pimpin, pimpin’, pimpin’, pimpin’ hard,
No lavish life without me pimpin’ hard.
Been grinding my whole life that’s what Donald said,
Shit ain’t easy as it looks that’s what Pablo said, man.
That’s what Pablo said. God damn, it’s too chilly.
Like every young richy, be rocking ‘til morning, the night got me faded again,
De Niro be reppin’ the city, I’m feeling the spirit, ain’t nothing gon’ stop me again.
Dang, I get in everywhere free, catch me on Bowery Street.
I bet it’s lit; and tell that other guy you came in with
That his Uber’s gon be on me.
And I’ve been looking at your friend who’s been looking at me so you can also tell her to join, feel me?
(Uh, feel me, feel me, ah eh eh, here you go Rosé.)
Living the type of life that they gon ‘be jealous to have.
That Notorious vibe got me B.I.G. on Lexington Ave.
I’mma keep flexin’, keep stuntin’,
On the low but I keep shinin’.
Everywhere I go, heat flowin’,
Smoking hot, they call me Sir Chimney.
Kim K thick but she don’t flex no more,
I’mma keep it low, but I’ll still be loco,
Fuck them hitters, fuck for real.
Got my credits, hunned dollar faces,
Don’t talk to me like you already knew this.
Bitch I don’t got no time to do this,
But I mean who the hell other than me could do this?
Got a lot of friends, they not real deal.
Ain’t no ain’t no fucking Benz, we got zero chill.
Fashion show models want me still,
I’m on the top, you just standing still,
So call me up when you ready to ball ‘cause fuck with me that’s Chicago Bulls.
(Fuck with me that’s Chicago Bulls.)
Haters front but you let them do it.
Know me well? That’s hella bullshit.
‘cause 一個字都聽不懂的你在我面前根本就是個Baby.
I could take your girl out, pure shopping.
Saint Laurent, Balmain, and Burberry.
We talk real facts, we got real stacks,
It’s like winning guaranteed lotteries, man.
(Nah for real it’s guaranteed, man.
Yeah you don’t wanna miss out that shit.
Real talk.)
