T.F - You Gotta Feel It Lyrics

You gotta feel it, uh
To every ghetto nigga, a hundred thousand, that's a million
Abandoned house, out of that we was dispensing
Ain't no pots and pans, it's choppers in the kitchen
Dp's, squabbles in the kitchen
Them dogs get to barking, box of church's chicken
If you don't understand it, nigga, you don't feel it
High fashion, might go dickie and amiri's

You don't have to fear
No you don't
God, I'm not
God, I'm not
God (uh, look) I'm not (okay)
God (okay)

Uh, in the mirror shedding tears, that's how I get through
A barbwire field, that's what I went through
Ain't no feeling like when the rent due
Uh, what you know about neighbors missing their shih tzu?
What you know about opening windows and sliding through?
What you know about beefing just over powder blue?
Abide by 'em, ain't no breaking the rules
Uh, 'cause alibis still make breaking news
Look, play it cool, figgside moulin rouge
True story, first old bitch damn near gave me the morgue
Yeah I grew up with sharks, ain't no playing pool
If you a target, we gon' send harpoons
Uh, tiburon, patched in like fentanyl
Out of bounds stash house, van ness and cimarron, uh
Look, I'm like ricky tan in rush hour
Describe the feeling when your luck sour, killa!

God, I'm not
God, I'm not
God, I'm not
God, I'm not
Feeling
I'm not, feeling
I'm not, feeling
I'm not, feeling
You don't, feeling
You don't, feeling
You don't, feeling