KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Still in My Feelings lyrics

Heatmakerz
Yeah
Uh, I'm in my feelings, y'all partyin'
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 lyin' if I
Said I hadn't gone far
But I'm still tied by 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 made, cash clay leanin' into your chin
Leaving 'em in the winters


I'm weavin' 'em less beginning
'07 a brick drop
Hip-hop made a pit stop on
This block in Brooklyn
And notice I had to strip lock
Big rocks in my socks
All tied in a small zip locks
Fifth Glock on my hip had
'em dancing before TikTok
Wave cap scully and my braids all ugly
Pitching, y'all should wanna signed
Baseball from me
Listen
I feel like strawberry acai, whenever
I had to bat, ya
I saw a apple a day
And it still wasn't enough to
Keep the doctor away
'cause yeah
Shortly after that, I signed to Dre
YAOWA and NWA's, all joint 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 mistakin' my opinion
I was loyal to a foe
What they did for Kendrick Lamar
They was tryna do for your boy
But that didn't include everybody
Inside the room 'cause
Dre seen what I saw later, but it's cool
Live and you 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've 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
Nigga screamin'
(Slaughterhouse) as I exit the show
Head-to-toe, fly as fuck while the x's and
O's was pourin' in from the baddest
Lot of whores got ravished
Four-month damage on my tour bus matches
'Cause the four-headed monster flame
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 cuttin' 'cause I feel like
Barry Sanders with blockers in front

Broke a few tackles, bend, move
With a hop and a jump
I just wanna kick it and ball
But they blockin' the punt
(Yo)
Who you think thought of Total Slaughter? Me
Nigga
(Me)
Then everybody benefitted but me, nigga
(Yeah, me)
I bounced back, one shot, like a G, nigga (G)
That's a seven figure deal with BET, nigga
I should have walked and been
Loyal to my vault
But I'm from earthquake Cali so
I'm loyal to a fault
You painted me as a Em groupie
That shit been goofy
Crucify me, nail your boy up to a cross
I resurrect in a coogie and a Jesus piece
My Biggie bag livin' ruthless on Eazy street
These niggas mad, no toe touchin'
Bad back, I can't even reach defeat
I'ma make the beat retreat
I'm in the lab measurin' raps
In a pyrex glass
I'm from the tall tee era, my nigga
Five x swag
I live my life jet lagged
'cause I'm in the fly
S class
All black look like the shit
Was painted by X Clan
I'ma wrap this shit up five bars from now
Tell the critics "Be ninjas
Throw five stars around"
And let this classic shit hit you
Like your guards was down
Save your listenin' parties
I know how garbage sound
Me and Joell
We the last evolution of the slaughter
And bombin' fluid couldn't
Body hard, nigga
We hard
(Hard)
Just a little story to tell
You how we got here
The bars make the sky cry 'cause
The flow is god tier

God wasn't the only one crying either
Moms dropped tears too