How I Feel - ALLBLACK, P-Lo, ShooterGang Kony

Th-th-that's just how I feel

Oh-oh, oh

(DTB that shit slap)

Ayy, yeah

Ayy, ask about me, give the streets up

In the field, I could never give these streets up

Keep it on me, got at least one

Big bank, tell ya' little baby keep up (Yeah)

That’s just how I feel, that’s just how I feel

That’s just how I feel, that’s just how I feel (Yeah)

That’s just how I feel, that’s just how I feel

Had the limo to the coupe

Got that Taurus in my lap, and a sword on me too

Ridin' 'round like it’s my last days

Only opps ALLBLACK got is the porks in blue

Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon

Make these niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfections

I’m from Oakland, born with the drama

Kurt Cobain in my veins, PRA the new Nirvana

Mixed with shottas, I ain’t the type to pray when shit get bad

I’m the type to go in beast mode, I show my ass

Now in shape, but I’ll rearrange a nigga face

And make the bet before my life, I’ll bullseye your ass

I don’t do splits, don’t do deals

I do not steal, bitch, I kill

Y’all in that house, I’m in that field

Fuck five-oh, RIP G. Floyd and Emmett Till

Ayy, ask about me, give the streets up

In the field, I could never give these streets up

Keep it on me, got at least one

Big bank, tell ya' little baby keep up

Ayy, that’s just how I feel, that’s just how I feel

That’s just how I feel, that’s just how I feel

That’s just how I feel, that’s just how I feel

Put two thousand on a car, don’t worry beat us

So much money I could leave the house, and not turn off the heater

You the type that wanna squabble with your big, but don’t believe in smoke

(Don't believe in smoke)

I keep a pole, she anemic, I’ma bleed the hoe

I hit his partner, he turned left, fasholy seen a ghost

All this beef I like it raw, you niggas need a roast

Hardest niggas from this coast, you niggas think we sellin' dope (Uh uh)

Crackers let us vote just to give our people hope

Aye, name one nigga workin' for the collars though

Throw up

, make him turn the hydraulics on

tell a spanish hoe geronimo

I keep a

I need the mazzi, then I’m out the door

Don’t need a pole it, I’m the goat, my baby if it’s manifested

This FN will turn your biggest nigga anorexic

I’ma blood my texts red on iMessage

Ain’t even wanna shoot the nigga, he was in our section (Damn)

Ayy, ask about me, give the streets up

In the field, I could never give these streets up

Keep it on me, got at least one

Big bank, tell ya' little baby keep up

Ayy, that’s just how I feel, that’s just how I feel

That’s just how I feel, that’s just how I feel

That’s just how I feel, that’s just how I feel