Wiz Khalifa - Should I Feel Bad lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa - Should I Feel Bad lyrics]
Yeah! (Her Hasselblad was on her knees) Two!
Yeah! Two-Up! Uh
They call me young boy, young crack
Brought up where them slums at
Hustle, I done done that
Customers I brung back
Just cause how I sung raps
Some of them are slung crack
Slide 'em in my tuck
Only some will let their gun clap
Me, I'm on a cash chase
I'm running where them funds at
Roll another L and put something
Where my lungs at money come in dumb stacks
Niggas lookin hungry and they wonder
Where they lunch at i already come for that
I ain't find comfort at
Any spot less than the top
You niggas had it but ya records done flop
So I picked it up and ran with the rock
And I ain't gotta sing it on the cards
For you to understand that I'm hot
I just face one, stand up and rock
I give my hat a good cock
To the side and do my damn Diddy bop
I'm the man to be watched
Or the nigga to see
If you want it, then I got it
You can get it from me young
I'm doing my thing a young nigga
Tryna get his cake up
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
Doing what you can't do so you
Niggas out here hating us
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
I'm doing my thing a young nigga
Tryna get his cake up
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
Doing what you can't do so you
Niggas out here hating us
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
Should I feel bad cause niggas
Sold you a dream
Now Young Khalifa, I'm controlling the scene
I ain't roll with ya team
Did my own little thing
Now the records I be making
Got me holding the cream
And I'm only a teen
Got respect like a man though
But all the real niggas say they
Love how ya man flow
Love how I'm repping the Burgh
At every damn show (412)
Sit back, puff on the herb
Countin my damn dough smile in my face
Doubt ya kid on the down low
They ain't believe it before
Them fuckers now know but now though
You see through like a plate of glass
Tryna hide, I see you with ya hating ass
I'm bout making cash, haze by the eighty bag
Me and Sledgren switch the swag
Just to make em mad
And niggas watchin my moves
So I'm make em fast
I'm first up, you out of luck
And takin' last
I'm doing my thing a young nigga
Tryna get his cake up
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
Doing what you can't do so you
Niggas out here hating us
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
I'm doing my thing a young nigga
Tryna get his cake up
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
Doing what you can't do so you
Niggas out here hating us
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
(Her Hasselblad was on her knees)
(Her Hasselblad was on her knees)
(Her Hasselblad was on her knees)
Yeah! Two-Up! Uh
They call me young boy, young crack
Brought up where them slums at
Hustle, I done done that
Customers I brung back
Just cause how I sung raps
Some of them are slung crack
Slide 'em in my tuck
Only some will let their gun clap
Me, I'm on a cash chase
I'm running where them funds at
Roll another L and put something
Where my lungs at money come in dumb stacks
Niggas lookin hungry and they wonder
Where they lunch at i already come for that
I ain't find comfort at
Any spot less than the top
You niggas had it but ya records done flop
So I picked it up and ran with the rock
And I ain't gotta sing it on the cards
For you to understand that I'm hot
I just face one, stand up and rock
I give my hat a good cock
To the side and do my damn Diddy bop
I'm the man to be watched
Or the nigga to see
If you want it, then I got it
You can get it from me young
I'm doing my thing a young nigga
Tryna get his cake up
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
Doing what you can't do so you
Niggas out here hating us
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
I'm doing my thing a young nigga
Tryna get his cake up
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
Doing what you can't do so you
Niggas out here hating us
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
Should I feel bad cause niggas
Sold you a dream
Now Young Khalifa, I'm controlling the scene
I ain't roll with ya team
Did my own little thing
Now the records I be making
Got me holding the cream
And I'm only a teen
Got respect like a man though
But all the real niggas say they
Love how ya man flow
Love how I'm repping the Burgh
At every damn show (412)
Sit back, puff on the herb
Countin my damn dough smile in my face
Doubt ya kid on the down low
They ain't believe it before
Them fuckers now know but now though
You see through like a plate of glass
Tryna hide, I see you with ya hating ass
I'm bout making cash, haze by the eighty bag
Me and Sledgren switch the swag
Just to make em mad
And niggas watchin my moves
So I'm make em fast
I'm first up, you out of luck
And takin' last
I'm doing my thing a young nigga
Tryna get his cake up
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
Doing what you can't do so you
Niggas out here hating us
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
I'm doing my thing a young nigga
Tryna get his cake up
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
Doing what you can't do so you
Niggas out here hating us
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
(Her Hasselblad was on her knees)
(Her Hasselblad was on her knees)
(Her Hasselblad was on her knees)