Joell Ortiz - In My Feelings lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - In My Feelings lyrics]
I'm in my feelings y'all pardon
I feel like Oakley in the Garden
When I played it was full contact
And I ain't see a quarter of these contracts
(Huh) i put up numbers when I hold this mic
But see I came up in a era where Hov was Mike
Being a fellow Brooklynite, I was a All Star
But never got to pop champagne
'cept in a Sports Bar
Now I'd be lying if I said I hadn’t gone far
But, I'm still tight 'bout what I
Mentioned in that fourth bar
A younger me just steaming 'em with this pen
Wonder what I woulda been
If streaming existed then
Young May, Cash Clay, leaning into ya chin
Leaving 'em in the wind as
I'm weaving 'em let's begin
In '07 the Brick dropped
Hip Hop made a pit stop
On this block in Brooklyn and noticed
I had the strip locked
Big Rocks in my socks all
Tied into small zip locks
Fif Glock on my hip had
Em dancing before Tik Tok
Wave cap, skully and my braids all ugly
Pitching, y’all should want a
Signed baseball from me
Listen, I feel like Strawberry at Shea
Whenever I had to bat
Y'all saw an Apple a day
And it still wasn't enough to
Keep the doctor away 'Cause yeah
Shortly after that I signed to Dre
Y-A-O W-A and NWAs own
Joined forces y’all in trouble today
That’s how I felt when that
Ink hit that paper
Then minor league coaching advised me
To leave the majors
Big league mistake in my opinion I
Was loyal to a fault
What they did for Kendrick Lamar they
Was tryna do for ya boy
But that didn't include everybody
Inside the room
'Cause Dre seen what I saw later
But it's cool live and ya learn
No bridges burned I give and I earn
I sleep really well at night
While they twist and they turn
But back to rap
None of y'all cause a bit of concern
I been underrated since Undertaker
Lifting his urn
So then I jumped on this record with Joe
Man, y'all know how the rest of this go
Niggas screaming Slaughterhouse as I
Exit the show
Head to toe, fly as fuck while the Xs and Os
Was pouring in from the baddest
Lotta whores got ravished
Four-month damage on my tour bus mattress
Cause the four headed monster
Flamed shit above average
Then they called the Fire Marshall
With the last name Mathers
Just let me know cause I'll stop if you want
Or keep cutting
'cause I feel like Barry Sanders
With blockers in front
I feel like Oakley in the Garden
When I played it was full contact
And I ain't see a quarter of these contracts
(Huh) i put up numbers when I hold this mic
But see I came up in a era where Hov was Mike
Being a fellow Brooklynite, I was a All Star
But never got to pop champagne
'cept in a Sports Bar
Now I'd be lying if I said I hadn’t gone far
But, I'm still tight 'bout what I
Mentioned in that fourth bar
A younger me just steaming 'em with this pen
Wonder what I woulda been
If streaming existed then
Young May, Cash Clay, leaning into ya chin
Leaving 'em in the wind as
I'm weaving 'em let's begin
In '07 the Brick dropped
Hip Hop made a pit stop
On this block in Brooklyn and noticed
I had the strip locked
Big Rocks in my socks all
Tied into small zip locks
Fif Glock on my hip had
Em dancing before Tik Tok
Wave cap, skully and my braids all ugly
Pitching, y’all should want a
Signed baseball from me
Listen, I feel like Strawberry at Shea
Whenever I had to bat
Y'all saw an Apple a day
And it still wasn't enough to
Keep the doctor away 'Cause yeah
Shortly after that I signed to Dre
Y-A-O W-A and NWAs own
Joined forces y’all in trouble today
That’s how I felt when that
Ink hit that paper
Then minor league coaching advised me
To leave the majors
Big league mistake in my opinion I
Was loyal to a fault
What they did for Kendrick Lamar they
Was tryna do for ya boy
But that didn't include everybody
Inside the room
'Cause Dre seen what I saw later
But it's cool live and ya learn
No bridges burned I give and I earn
I sleep really well at night
While they twist and they turn
But back to rap
None of y'all cause a bit of concern
I been underrated since Undertaker
Lifting his urn
So then I jumped on this record with Joe
Man, y'all know how the rest of this go
Niggas screaming Slaughterhouse as I
Exit the show
Head to toe, fly as fuck while the Xs and Os
Was pouring in from the baddest
Lotta whores got ravished
Four-month damage on my tour bus mattress
Cause the four headed monster
Flamed shit above average
Then they called the Fire Marshall
With the last name Mathers
Just let me know cause I'll stop if you want
Or keep cutting
'cause I feel like Barry Sanders
With blockers in front