[Chorus: LSTNYT]
The shit I'm on, yeah, it feels so good
The liquor pourin', yeah, it feels so good
The money flowin', yeah, it feels so good
My whip is foreign, yeah, it feels so good
The shit I'm on, yeah, it feels so good
The liquor pourin', yeah, it feels so good
The money flowin', yeah, it feels so good
My whip is foreign, yeah, it feels so good
[Verse 1: Kerser]
Feels so good, like, extra-good
No matter where I am, I still rep the hood (C-Town)
What you claim, your neck of woods?
I don't claim some tax in a separate book (Book)
Walkin' 'round, Versace robe
You hardly know how hard we go (Nup)
I'm puffin' on a fat joint
Nothin' but a hit when I rap, boy
My girl's shoes worth more than your wage
I kinda understand it when you hate (I get it)
Off my head like every day
In my head, I might medicate
Got so high, I nearly meditate
Too smooth with this, let me demonstrate
Had the whole scene like, "What the fuck?"
I held the ball, never dropped it once (Never)
'Member me at the start of this?
So chap and poor you'd laugh at this? (Yep)
What happened then? That Kers effect
Had a bitch give me head till it hurt her neck (Ahh)
Still in my lane, still in the game
Still the most hype when they mention my name
Whole 'nother sound we bought to Oz
Just did it again, don't talk to us (Never)
Hear 'em all talk how they stack the pay
Don't act your age, just rap your wage (Be honest)
Droppin' all these bombs, bitch
Every single song I drop is
Straight telling you I'm God's gift
Motivation, got that locked, bitch (Fact)
If you didn't know, man, it feels so good
To come where I'm from and live how I should
The shit I'm on, yeah, it feels so good
The liquor pourin', yeah, it feels so good
The money flowin', yeah, it feels so good
My whip is foreign, yeah, it feels so good
The shit I'm on, yeah, it feels so good
The liquor pourin', yeah, it feels so good
The money flowin', yeah, it feels so good
My whip is foreign, yeah, it feels so good
[Verse 1: Kerser]
Feels so good, like, extra-good
No matter where I am, I still rep the hood (C-Town)
What you claim, your neck of woods?
I don't claim some tax in a separate book (Book)
Walkin' 'round, Versace robe
You hardly know how hard we go (Nup)
I'm puffin' on a fat joint
Nothin' but a hit when I rap, boy
My girl's shoes worth more than your wage
I kinda understand it when you hate (I get it)
Off my head like every day
In my head, I might medicate
Got so high, I nearly meditate
Too smooth with this, let me demonstrate
Had the whole scene like, "What the fuck?"
I held the ball, never dropped it once (Never)
'Member me at the start of this?
So chap and poor you'd laugh at this? (Yep)
What happened then? That Kers effect
Had a bitch give me head till it hurt her neck (Ahh)
Still in my lane, still in the game
Still the most hype when they mention my name
Whole 'nother sound we bought to Oz
Just did it again, don't talk to us (Never)
Hear 'em all talk how they stack the pay
Don't act your age, just rap your wage (Be honest)
Droppin' all these bombs, bitch
Every single song I drop is
Straight telling you I'm God's gift
Motivation, got that locked, bitch (Fact)
If you didn't know, man, it feels so good
To come where I'm from and live how I should
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