Chorus:. I'm feelin it fill the glass to the top with Moet. Feelin it feel the Lex pushin up on the set. I'm feelin it through the high that you get from the lie. Feelin it if you feel it raise your l in the sky. Verse 1:. I keep it realer than most I know your feelin it. Cristal on ice I like those toes I keep spillin it. Bone crushers I keep real close I got the skill for this. On my back the fliest clothes lookin ill and shit. Transactions illegitimate cause life is still a bitch. And then you die but for now life close your eyes and feel this dick. Since diapers had nothin to live for like them lifers but. Makin sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher. We paid the price to circular success they turned my mic up. I bout to hit these niggas that'll light they life up. If every nigga in your clique is rich your clique is rugged. Nobody before cause everyone would be each others crutches. I hope you fools choose to listen I drop jewels bust it. These are the rules I follow in my life you gotta love it. Jiggy jigger lookin gully in the joint. If y'all niggas ain't talkin 'bout large money what's the point?. (Chorus). Verse 2:. Even if it ain't sunny hey I ain't complainin. I'm in the rain doing a buck 40 hydroplanin what shorty. (Where you disappear son?). Maintainin puttin myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in. I'm livin the ill streets blues got you hunger painin. Nothin to gain and a whole lot to lose you still singin fool. I'm thorough in every boro my name be ringin. Warmin it up for the perfect time to hit your brain and. Ya Feelin it? to all the girls I bought the girdle to conceal my bricks. No doubt they can vouch my life is real as shit. 95 south and poppy on the hill and shit. And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed wit shit. And all the thorough ass niggas that I hustle wit. Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit. These fake rappers cant really know I'm lovin it ya feelin it. (Chorus x2). Verse 3:. What y'all ain't heard that nigga Jay high?. The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch. I keep it tight for all the nights my mom prayed I'd stop. Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatal shot. Those nightmares mom. Those dreams you say you got give me the chills. But these mils make me hot y'all feel me. Enough to stop the illin right?. But at the same time these dimes keep me feelin tight. I'm so confused. OK I'm gettin weeded now I know I'm contradicting myself. Look I don't need that now. It just once in a blue moon when there's nothin to do and. The tension's too thick for my sober mind to cut through. I get disownin me and the chick goin to the island we're bonin. I free my mind sometimes I here myself moanin. Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone man. It got me goin shit.