Lil Rue, A-One, The Jacka - I Know How It Feel lyrics
[Lil Rue, A-One, The Jacka - I Know How It Feel lyrics]
To all my niggas in the trap house grittin'
Cookin' up in the kitchen
Tryna make a mill off a quarter chicken
I know how it feel (forreal tho)
And ya baby mama trippin'
Over these other bitches
Tell her sit back and just listen
I know how it feel (forreal tho)
Drop the work off then I
Picked up my other bitch
Dropped the work off then I
Picked my other bitch
Me and Rue get money all in the doe
I double back on niggas just to let em' know
I'll melt a nigga top just for 20 bands
So what yo benz like
I pull up in that gray van
Got em sayin' Amen
Versace shades no ray bans
30 shots knockin' out the 9 M M
I'll sit a bitch down till' I see 1 M
I don't give a fuck what
My baby mama talkin' bout
I'm the only nigga got the trap
House poppin' in the drought
Pills, promethazine, and cook in the house
To all my niggas in the trap house grittin'
Cookin' up in the kitchen
Tryna make a mill off a quarter chicken
I know how it feel (forreal tho)
And ya baby mama trippin'
Over these other bitches
Tell her sit back and just listen
I know how it feel (forreal tho)
I remember takin' losses I didn't think
I could get back from
That 30 pack of loud didn't make it to Akron
Lost my last hoe and I'm like fuck it
I'm back up to the trap pusin'
Packs up out my bucket (forreal tho)
This rap shit don't pay my bills
So to all my niggas out there
I know how you feel this street shit ill
You know that it's real
When the closest nigga
To you be the first one to squeal
That ain't one hunnid
I thought we were solid I would
Have took that case for you
Would have slid through the spot and dropped
Shots to they face for you
That's just some fake nigga trait's for ya
Niggas vow to be loyal get cake
And straight shake on ya
All my little niggas is sick
They ain't scared to fire
Me, I'm ridin' round with 20
Bricks in the spare tire
We outlaws, 300 outdoors up in Ukiah
Ain't shit cool about dope
One day you'll be a lifer
Pops brought rocks to mom
And fucked the family's life up
Had to push cain for my brothers
Then put pain on my colors
Had plans till' I said the
Working mans a sucka
Could never take nothin' back the
Struggle made me tougher
A hundred green house cooks
All came with color
Discovered Islam then I saved my mother
We go every where we dream
But we won't get younger now we rap stars
But we came from shavin' onions
It's Lil Rue and AOne, they names is buzzin'
Disrespect Joe you die next time we run in
The whole album's straight thuggin'
Got your girlfriend buggin'
Gettin' ready for the kill got
The whole world clutchin'
They released the Hus from jail now
The whole world love it
Cookin' up in the kitchen
Tryna make a mill off a quarter chicken
I know how it feel (forreal tho)
And ya baby mama trippin'
Over these other bitches
Tell her sit back and just listen
I know how it feel (forreal tho)
Drop the work off then I
Picked up my other bitch
Dropped the work off then I
Picked my other bitch
Me and Rue get money all in the doe
I double back on niggas just to let em' know
I'll melt a nigga top just for 20 bands
So what yo benz like
I pull up in that gray van
Got em sayin' Amen
Versace shades no ray bans
30 shots knockin' out the 9 M M
I'll sit a bitch down till' I see 1 M
I don't give a fuck what
My baby mama talkin' bout
I'm the only nigga got the trap
House poppin' in the drought
Pills, promethazine, and cook in the house
To all my niggas in the trap house grittin'
Cookin' up in the kitchen
Tryna make a mill off a quarter chicken
I know how it feel (forreal tho)
And ya baby mama trippin'
Over these other bitches
Tell her sit back and just listen
I know how it feel (forreal tho)
I remember takin' losses I didn't think
I could get back from
That 30 pack of loud didn't make it to Akron
Lost my last hoe and I'm like fuck it
I'm back up to the trap pusin'
Packs up out my bucket (forreal tho)
This rap shit don't pay my bills
So to all my niggas out there
I know how you feel this street shit ill
You know that it's real
When the closest nigga
To you be the first one to squeal
That ain't one hunnid
I thought we were solid I would
Have took that case for you
Would have slid through the spot and dropped
Shots to they face for you
That's just some fake nigga trait's for ya
Niggas vow to be loyal get cake
And straight shake on ya
All my little niggas is sick
They ain't scared to fire
Me, I'm ridin' round with 20
Bricks in the spare tire
We outlaws, 300 outdoors up in Ukiah
Ain't shit cool about dope
One day you'll be a lifer
Pops brought rocks to mom
And fucked the family's life up
Had to push cain for my brothers
Then put pain on my colors
Had plans till' I said the
Working mans a sucka
Could never take nothin' back the
Struggle made me tougher
A hundred green house cooks
All came with color
Discovered Islam then I saved my mother
We go every where we dream
But we won't get younger now we rap stars
But we came from shavin' onions
It's Lil Rue and AOne, they names is buzzin'
Disrespect Joe you die next time we run in
The whole album's straight thuggin'
Got your girlfriend buggin'
Gettin' ready for the kill got
The whole world clutchin'
They released the Hus from jail now
The whole world love it