Feel (feat. Macaulay) - Martins Luv

I got my hands on my face like Macaulay Culkin Gave her the cig, but I let the smoke in And it's the same dude Black pants, brown boots, chest open I traveled down the road and back again My girls golden Black man, white fam I feel like Jason Jordan I play my albums front to back and make it feel important Apply compression when I spit so it don't get distorted Piper Chap With the strap Fuck the talk Get the warden I think I'm Rick and Morty In the lab I take precaution Snipe 'em out Burn the body Stash the Glock Buy the coffin (Nasty) Just for me Yo style is my custody Man I should charge a shipping fee These rappers don't mean shit to me 2 guns, Mulder and Scully, I'm solving mysteries Feminist pistol whip your wife first, that's chivalry Sounding like my minimes But you ain't got the heart to do these evil deeds Debra pack Turn Stone Cold into Simple Steve Where it at Slap a nigga up Then I get the cream 5 buck, 6 cookies Sounding like a deal to me Yo shit don't appeal to me My fans going heel for me Gots to keep it real for me Shouldn't even be on no bills with me These punk niggas be killing me That wack shit ain't trill to me Fuck y'all niggas, I take the heat Don shit