FEELING BRILLIANT OTB Fastlane (Ft. Lil' Keke & Slim Thug)
"FEELING BRILLIANT" by OTB Fastlane (Ft. Lil' Keke & Slim Thug) is a hip-hop track released in 2023. The song celebrates success, confidence, and resilience, showcasing a lavish lifestyle. It features catchy hooks and a smooth beat, blending traditional Southern rap elements. The collaboration highlights cultural pride and camaraderie in the rap community. #HipHop
[Verse 1: OTB Fastlane]
Got me feeling briliant, riding with no ceiling
Tools in the trap, like that dough [?]
Never trippin off them hoes, this fasho, got no feelings
Up in Houston we ride slabs, akers home to Mo City
I get clean like my syrup
Send pills to Pitzberg
Hoes [?] all month, can't pay they bills on the first
I'm from [?] niggas' mamas getting served
Haters pocket watching my paper, you see mine, where is your's?
Still boss hogging, spider how I'm crawlling
Ain't sold rocks in years, and I got fiends still calling
I know dope fiends stars, nigga, shout out South Park Shawty
Fuck a hater, spend that money, show them niggas that you balling
[Verse 2: Lil' Keke]
I'm at the bank killing, Mr. Thanksgiving
Ain't never had a ceiling, and I can't explain the feeling
The lack is undefeated, [?] not completed
Escolade Tripple C, nigga, cairful how you treat it
I'm hood than a bitch, they say I'm hood rich
60 racks on the moader, on some feeling good shit
Hop out looking flawless, bitch, I'm too resilient
[?] next level, and the paint job briliant
The cameras out now, and them hoes wanna feel me
Real street legend, nigga, zero to a million
I pull up looking grown, every motherfucking year
And them stones go to bussin, when them motherfuckers clear
Don Ke
Got me feeling briliant, riding with no ceiling
Tools in the trap, like that dough [?]
Never trippin off them hoes, this fasho, got no feelings
Up in Houston we ride slabs, akers home to Mo City
I get clean like my syrup
Send pills to Pitzberg
Hoes [?] all month, can't pay they bills on the first
I'm from [?] niggas' mamas getting served
Haters pocket watching my paper, you see mine, where is your's?
Still boss hogging, spider how I'm crawlling
Ain't sold rocks in years, and I got fiends still calling
I know dope fiends stars, nigga, shout out South Park Shawty
Fuck a hater, spend that money, show them niggas that you balling
[Verse 2: Lil' Keke]
I'm at the bank killing, Mr. Thanksgiving
Ain't never had a ceiling, and I can't explain the feeling
The lack is undefeated, [?] not completed
Escolade Tripple C, nigga, cairful how you treat it
I'm hood than a bitch, they say I'm hood rich
60 racks on the moader, on some feeling good shit
Hop out looking flawless, bitch, I'm too resilient
[?] next level, and the paint job briliant
The cameras out now, and them hoes wanna feel me
Real street legend, nigga, zero to a million
I pull up looking grown, every motherfucking year
And them stones go to bussin, when them motherfuckers clear
Don Ke
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