you feel it? You can turn me up So you can feel it You can turn me up I got this bottle on me Shots on three Can you feel it? [Verse 1: Kid Ink] Yea
up Can you feel it? You can turn me up So you can feel it You can turn me up I got this bottle on me Shots on three Can you feel it? (Verse 1- Kid Ink
feel it? You can turn me up So you can feel it You can turn me up I got this bottle on me Shots on three Can you feel it? [Verse 1: Kid Ink] Yea I could
your background like Photoshop My oratory inventory's overstocked I'm ripping the track, djs are enjoying it "Cutting it up, and completely destroying it
time, read it all. Oh, I give up. Can I trust you? Ok, I'll sign. Write! Where's the ink? We always use- blood, it's more permanent. Oh, I don't
that way, I'll walk this way And the future hangs over our heads And it moves with each current event Until it falls around like a cold, steady rain Just stay in when it
it up, you might get branded Might not like your plane the way we land it But get the job done and then some. So panic And it ain't the last. Coming from
[feat. Kid Ink, Meek Mill, Los & Tory Lanez] [Kid Ink:] I said it's kid ink baby Turn to the max like tj Body tagged up like the bottom of the free
bust at (captain of the poets) [v4] It's hard to keep the peace without dealing with the war It's hard to feel you've got it all when you can get more
Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues Started of with Whoo Kid then I started blazin' Clue It was all a Dream like BIG said it be Don't sleep
your honey See me still up in the hood and I'm gettin more money I'm destined to be the best I feel it in my blood It's something up in my chest deep
s my kid Just be thankful that it's good and somebody overstood Now, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it grow Clever enough to
million Since they kno I'm ballin they want to have my children Want to feel it do you really feel it This isn't just rap is really how I kick it I'm
shank on us It's Maccabee, bang-bang, get a tank on us Black Market military, project cemeteries Rhymes be obituaries, simple as a dictionary Draw it like it
goin through, fuck your hood And all my real motherfuckers know it's all in the good A nigga came up like a real pimp should I feel you players out there