Crushin’ Feelin’s

Crushin’ Feelin’s
(Intro)
(You know) A lot of niggas be thinking I be talking about them in my raps and shit (Yeah, nigga)
Probably cause I do, ni***
(verse 1)
My sentiments exactly, niggas can't out rap me
And if they could, they already dead or they hip-hop hall-of-famers
Don't run up if you ain't got a whole catalog of bangers
Gary gangsta, guess I'm no longer a stranger
Bitch I get love out on the West Coast like I ball for Lakers
Ask my ni*** Syke, f*** the proof, I'm where the drugs was
Hit the streets with nothing but troops, slaughter your buzz, cuz
Thuggin', I don't be bloggin' like Budden, I just speak through the songs
Figure the only reason that you was on, cause you's a clone
Moving right along, we all wrong, but all's well
Slamming off the phone and chopping stones, we all sell
Sometimes I had work on deck, and sometimes I 9-to-5-ed it
Do more than boast about balling, I rhyme about surviving
Getting it in every city I ever lived
South Central to ATL and over the Brooklyn Bridge
I hit the G and watch them shipping that weight
Serving plates, whipping with my ni*** Dominican H
I need some cash, I know you trying to get straight, so f*** with me dawg
Them other niggas slamming that bammer, they need a recall
Got choppers, f*** binoculars, ni*** we come to see y'all
Don't matter if you V, or GD, or C or a B-Dawg
The topics from the prophet prevail
East-side G.I. 'til I get dropped or I get locked in a cell
My ni*** Pill said, 'I can't afford to take that L.'
So he lickin shots at the fuc*** laws
I call 'em Johnnies (fuck the police), he like to call em twelve
Fuck the polices and rest in peace, to my ni*** Stymie
Pigs killed him front of his family, that shit was grimey
That's why everywhere I go I keep a Ruger beside me
Cut the fat from the clique, got them bitch niggas way from 'round me
That's how they do you, act like they never knew you
Ho I see right through you, what you eatin' don't make me doo-doo
And if I ain't gon' shit, I might as well jump off the pot
Mighty dollar say I might as well pull a plot on your spot
I'm trying to clock a knot, pushing as quickly as possible
Had to be Gangsta Gibbs, wasn't gifted like Glenn Robinson
Average hoop skills, but I ride up on coupe wheels
Custom convertible Cutlass, how you and you crew feel
When you see that? You probably wanna do that just like me
I set the bar for I-N-D, no ni*** don't rap like me
You want that killer not that filler, then f*** with yo' boy Fred
Malcolm of the Mid, probably more like Detroit Red
And I can easily bring you defeat with my vernacular
I'm too deep in these streets to be beefing with a rapper
I got niggas that hate me, bitches that love me
Hands do damage so I manage to stay handsome when shit could get ugly
Now every ni*** rhyming think he a mob boss
Better keep it tucked cause pups get fuc*** like Shad Moss
Niggas was puffing that huff 'til I sent a few quads off
Shot my ni*** some kush and couple of zips of that bomb soft
Attracting addicts, when I pick them beats I be selecting Statik
Rap ain't nothing but talking shit; I'm just the best at it
At every stage show, I'm puffin that tree
Been putting it down since '03, but y'all wasn't fuc*** with me
I threw my tape out on the streets and watched my tape lift off
With out a verse from Weezy, Kanye or the fake Rick Ross
Fuck a cosign, I hold mine close to the hip
Crushin' feelin's, leaving niggas on some emotional shit
Gangsta Gibbs

(Outro)
And I love the rap game (We love it, baby)
I love to see niggas getting, you know (Getting money, nigga)
Get shit cracking, gettin shit popping, you know what I mean
Time to bring that money to the motherfucking G, ni***
Motherfuckers been doing this shit for years
It's time for them motherfuck*** to be getting in this thang, baby
And if you ain't from G, ni***, don't come to the G
Cause you ain't gon' understand the G
You gon' be laying in the G
Shoutout to all my niggas in the G, ni***