FEELING BRILLIANT OTB Fastlane (Ft. Lil' Keke & Slim Thug)

[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