suwxp - How I Feel Lyrics

Feel like where the love at , all that shit done turned to hate
And all this pain I feel I cannot seem to hide it off my face
I miss my granny, I know she gone be waiting up at them gates
A lot of shit a nigga been through, but I don't like to vent
Cause don't nobody even care, and when you die they gonna forget
Don't come pull up on this block, you gonna get your wig split
Bout my money, I need my guap, they be mad I'm getting to it
I'm doing drills in a Buick ,and you a bitch you will not do it
Better stay up in the house, you better off making the music
And that chopper gotta kick it, kill a nigga if I use it
And I don't wanna do no drugs, but you know I'm gone abuse it
So I'm smoking on my own, tryna make this f*cking music, suwxp
Pull up on that timing, bitch you know I got my too-lie
A lot of people left my life, you know I had to keep it moving
Told myself not to reminisce, so nigga not gone do it
And I been tryna get that bag, but everybody been into it
They gonna make a nigga mad, I'm f*cked up and start shooting
Let the whole clip off, broad day I'm tryna do him
And I'm running up them racks, lil' bitch I'm steady chewing
And they tryna tell me what the f*ck to do or what I'm doing
Gotta make my next move the best move, I can't be screwing
Tryna tell them how I feel, but I can't get myself to do it
But imma do it on this song, that's why I be making music
I know they don't understand me, hope one day they will
And I ain't never tryna backtrack, I'm walking with the steel
That nigga try to take my life, we double back and take from his
And I been dying on the inside, but nobody can see it
I never tried to be a tough nigga, I'm living how I live
And when I die, all my problems, they gone f*cking disappear
So I ain't finna stress about it, finna rock out while I'm here
And I been going up in level, niggas not even at my tier
And I been tryna run away from the pain, but it's near
Gotta face what I made, can't go running, can't go shield
I just wanna make it out, and then go move up to the hills
I wanna do it independent, I ain't tryna sign no deal
Making plays, broad day, John Madden, I'm in the field
And I been tryna do right, it go left, I do not get it
Finna put a switch on the back of the Glock and hit your fitted
His mama crying on the news, but I don't know who the f*ck done did it