BROCKHAMPTON - push to make it feel right lyrics
[BROCKHAMPTON - push to make it feel right lyrics]
Stuff 'em all in the projects
Niggas taking our profit
Niggas talking for profit
I'm a prophet that's boxed in
A boyfriend that's toxic
I warned him, then stopped it
Took a sip and I hopped in
Fucked all my white friends
And learned from my black ones
Yeah, I'm definitely my dad's son
With the soul of a Jackson
And the cock of a Jordan
They rob my nigga for Jordans
At the park, sparking a jordan
Bleach the BLEACH plaque golden
Need me a check nigga, I need me a check
See how they puttin' my genius in check?
See how they puttin' ideas in my head?
I don't understand, go with the plan
Look at my poems, look at my hands
Look at the sand, Jesus Christ
My life, what is Jesus Christ?
Need me a, need me a, need me a check
We was dreamin' of such
Niggas turn G's into funks
What you believe in?
These niggas is demons or somethin'
They made a deal with the devil
Had LA on raisin' the sun
Stick to your truth cause it's
All that you got
In this world full of demon and scum
Jesus Christ, don't touch me
Y'all so dusty, I need you to fall back
You scarin' the customers, trust me
I'mma- I'mma- I'mma- I'mma keep the
Bill for a wild one
We don't need no bag, it's been a wild run
How you not see future? Don't know outcome
All I know is I'mma be a rich bitch, bitch
(Ah) rich bitch (Huh, bitch, huh, rich)
Rich bitch (Huh, bitch, huh, bitch)
Rich bitch (Huh, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Rich bitch (I'mma be a bitch, fuck it)
Rich bitch! (Bitch, ha) rich bitch
(yeah, I'mma be a bitch, little bitch)
Yeah, rich bitch (Like a bad, huh)
Come on, bitch, fuckin' bitch, yeah
(Like a bad bitch)
Vámanos, get it and go
Breaking the mold, look how I flow
Watching them fall like dominoes
Showered in gold what do you know?
Came back with the new digs
Always some new shit
Never renewed, bitch, always an old fit, shit
Paid my dues, paid in full
Always some new money
The "fuck how you feel" shit
The "fuck what it was" shit i'm psychic
The "Like Mike" kid posting my shoes still
Too much I can't feel
Walking on water like Jesus, I'm so facetious
Uh, gotta push to make it feel right
Make it feel right tried to push to make it
Feel like, feel, feel, feel
Gotta push to make it feel right
Make it feel right
Gotta push to make it feel right
Make it feel
Niggas taking our profit
Niggas talking for profit
I'm a prophet that's boxed in
A boyfriend that's toxic
I warned him, then stopped it
Took a sip and I hopped in
Fucked all my white friends
And learned from my black ones
Yeah, I'm definitely my dad's son
With the soul of a Jackson
And the cock of a Jordan
They rob my nigga for Jordans
At the park, sparking a jordan
Bleach the BLEACH plaque golden
Need me a check nigga, I need me a check
See how they puttin' my genius in check?
See how they puttin' ideas in my head?
I don't understand, go with the plan
Look at my poems, look at my hands
Look at the sand, Jesus Christ
My life, what is Jesus Christ?
Need me a, need me a, need me a check
We was dreamin' of such
Niggas turn G's into funks
What you believe in?
These niggas is demons or somethin'
They made a deal with the devil
Had LA on raisin' the sun
Stick to your truth cause it's
All that you got
In this world full of demon and scum
Jesus Christ, don't touch me
Y'all so dusty, I need you to fall back
You scarin' the customers, trust me
I'mma- I'mma- I'mma- I'mma keep the
Bill for a wild one
We don't need no bag, it's been a wild run
How you not see future? Don't know outcome
All I know is I'mma be a rich bitch, bitch
(Ah) rich bitch (Huh, bitch, huh, rich)
Rich bitch (Huh, bitch, huh, bitch)
Rich bitch (Huh, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Rich bitch (I'mma be a bitch, fuck it)
Rich bitch! (Bitch, ha) rich bitch
(yeah, I'mma be a bitch, little bitch)
Yeah, rich bitch (Like a bad, huh)
Come on, bitch, fuckin' bitch, yeah
(Like a bad bitch)
Vámanos, get it and go
Breaking the mold, look how I flow
Watching them fall like dominoes
Showered in gold what do you know?
Came back with the new digs
Always some new shit
Never renewed, bitch, always an old fit, shit
Paid my dues, paid in full
Always some new money
The "fuck how you feel" shit
The "fuck what it was" shit i'm psychic
The "Like Mike" kid posting my shoes still
Too much I can't feel
Walking on water like Jesus, I'm so facetious
Uh, gotta push to make it feel right
Make it feel right tried to push to make it
Feel like, feel, feel, feel
Gotta push to make it feel right
Make it feel right
Gotta push to make it feel right
Make it feel