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t.r.u. & skooly - how i feel (remix) lyrics

[intro: skooly]
anything for a dollar bill, yeah, ah
anything for a dollar bill, yeah
dollar bill, ooh

[chorus: skooly]
they put dirt all in my godd-mn life, i took my bath
popped ’bout fifteen guns in twenty-two days, i did my math
b-tch, you ain’t playin’ with no lame, i ain’t playin’ no games, i want my bag (uh-huh)
spent like fifteen racks in like twenty-two days, i did, my bad (feel like, “godd-mn”)
it’s so many dollar bills, yeah (godd-mn)
shawty wanna ride my hill, ooh (like, “godd-mn”)
i just popped my pills, yeah (feel like, “godd-mn”)
you don’t know how i feel, oh, oh (i feel like, “godd-mn”), oh

[verse 1: skooly]
like my racks like my truck, yeah, i lift it up
championship ring on my knuckle cost me fifteen bucks
copped me a pint, thirteen hundred, ran through with fifteen cups, ooh
fourteen days, you was too weak, n-gga ain’t beat me up
thumbin’ like long live bankroll, dawg, you was too street
i done popped my pill on my own, you was too geeked
bougie n-gga, i was so broke, they ain’t know ’bout me (bougie)
so, bougie n-gga, i done got money, i barely speak (bougie)
sets like, “who is this n-gga, ice on like he gretsky?” (skooly)
like, “who is this n-gga bangin’ that six like grape street?” (long live nipsey)
suicide, haters die every day
clueless vibe, want me a girl like ella mai, yeah

[chorus: skooly]
they put dirt all in my godd-mn life, i took my bath (want me a girl like ella mai)
popped ’bout fifteen guns in twenty-two days, i did my math
b-tch, you ain’t playin’ with no lame, i ain’t playin’ no games, i want my bag (uh-huh)
spent like fifteen racks in like twenty-two days, i did, my bad (feel like, “godd-mn”)
it’s so many dollar bills, yeah (godd-mn)
shawty wanna ride my hill, ooh (like, “godd-mn”)
i just popped my pills, yeah (feel like, “godd-mn”)
you don’t know how i feel, oh, oh (i feel like, “godd-mn”), oh

[verse 2: nocap]
i’m mad rich, remember i was broke, they used to laugh, ayy
geeked on adderalls, but i still had an e in math, ayy
we was all stuck, that’s why they call that sh-t a trap
i got high as h-ll and i seen hate all in the air
saint laurent mannequin, i’m drippin’, you panickin’
i’m close to my enemies, they don’t see the inner me
on that same block, i treat it like mutombo, n-gga
can’t give that n-gga five if i handed him a bunch of nickels
i’m sippin’ codeine, i ain’t really into drinkin’ liquor
ain’t with the internet beef, real gangster, i got real issues
million from my deal, remember times that i couldn’t buy a pickle
f-ck them haters, they grab shovels and

[verse 3: quando rondo]
i’m on my sh-t like a plunger, no wonder, these n-ggas, they wan’ see me under, ayy
they only ’round for the come-up, the reason these n-ggas can’t even call my number, ayy
i poured a line of the motherf-ckin’ act’ in the soda, then ate benihanas, yeah
i can weigh this money way up, so i can go f-ck on rihanna, yeah
i copped the christian dior drawers, drip or drown, mike amiri, b-tch, i feel like gunna, yeah
hop out, draco hold a hundred, yeah
trunk in the front, i’m not frontin’
the trenches wanna know how i made it
like, “how you turn nothin’ to somethin’?”
i do not f-ck with these n-ggas, no slavery
if you want a feature, you know you gon’ pay the fee
when i drop that mixtape, man, i need ’bout an eighty piece
i’m thumbin’ through hundreds, it’s nothin’, the blue cheese, no cap, yeah
and i’ve been a crip since a youngin like skooly, nocap
i play my position with crippin’, the reason that i brung a blood to the trap
and they threw some dirt in my motherf-ckin’ life, the reason i’m a mud to the trap

- t r u skooly lyrics

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