Feelin Good Compton Av, Icewear Vezzo & Steelz

[Intro]
(Cook that shit up, Steelz)

[Chorus: Compton Av]
I just got a check, I'm feelin' good today (Feelin' good today)
'Bout to bust it down and bless the whole hood today (Bless the whole hood today)
I run these streets, I'm that nigga niggas wanna be (They wanna be)
They fuck with me 'cause I'm solid, and I'm sucka-free (Let's go)
I got up off my ass and made it rich on my own (Rich on my own)
You a skeez, get this bitch off my phone (Bitch)
I went and got a bag and now I'm on it, nigga, super lit (Lit)
Niggas say they shooters in they song, but they ain't shootin' shit (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Compton Av]
Ayy, this ain't no dance song, but, nigga, fuck it, get your dance on (Get it)
The streets'll vouch for me, I'm really rappin' what I stand on (Get it)
Bitch, I'm really him, when you see me, get your fan on
I made it out the trenches, got a check and put my mans on (I did)
I got it out the mud, now I'm lit on 'em (Now I'm lit on 'em)
I focused on my grind and got rich on 'em (And got rich on 'em)
Niggas go against the gang, we gon' spin on 'em (We gon' spin on 'em)
Turn the block and load the chops and go again on 'em (We go again on 'em)
Real back-in-stylin', yeah, bitch, I brung this back in (I brung this back in)
I fuck with gangstas everywhere, nigga, tap in (Ayy, nigga, tap in)
Security a fan, that nigga let me get my strap in (I love you)
You book me for a show, I need my front and my backend