Joe Quinde - Feelin' It lyrics

[Produced by Ski Beatz] [Intro: Jay Z] 9-6 and forever Roc-a-Blok Roc-a-Fella [Hook: Mecca] I'm feeling it, fill the gla** to the top with Moet Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the la Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky [Verse 1] I keep it realer than most, I know you feeling it Cristals on ice, I like to toast, I keep on spilling it Bone crushers I keep real close, I got the sk** for this On my back the flyest clothes, looking ill as sh** Transactions illegitimate cause life is still a b**h And then you die, but for now, life, close your eyes and feel this dick Since diapers, had nothing to live for like them lifers but Making sure every n***a stay rich within my cipher We paid the price to circle us, success – they turned my mic up I'm 'bout to hit these n***as with some sh** that'll light ya life up If every n***a in your clique is rich, your clique is rugged Nobody will fall cause everyone will be each others crutches I hope you fools choose to listen, I drop j**els, bust it These are the rules I follow in my life, you gotta love it Jiggy-Jigga looking gully in the joint If y'all n***as ain't talking 'bout large money, what's the point? [Hook] [Verse 2] Even if it ain't sunny, hey, I ain't complaining I'm in the rain doing a buck 40, hydroplaning What, shorty? (Where you disappear to, son?) Maintaining Putting myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in, I'm living The ill streets' blues got you hunger panging Nothing to gain and a whole lot to lose you still singing, fool I'm thorough, in every borough my name be ringing Warming it up for the perfect time to hit your brain, and Ya feelin' it? To all the girls that bought a girdle to conceal my bricks No doubt, they can vouch my life is real as sh** '95 South and Papi on the Hill and sh** And all the towns like Cambridge that I k**ed with, sh** And all the thorough-a** n***as that I hustle with Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your sh** These fake rappers can't really know I'm loving it, you feeling it? [Hook] [Verse 3] What, y'all ain't heard that n***a Jay hot? The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch I keep it tight for all the nights my momma prayed I'd stop Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatal shot Those nightmares, ma, those dreams that you say you've got Give me the chills but these mills, well, they make me hot Y'all feel me, enough to stop the illing right? But at the same time these dimes keep me feeling tight I'm so confused, okay I'm getting weeded now I know I contradicted myself, look, I don't need that now It's just once in a blue when there's nothing to do And the tension gets too thick for my sober mind to cut through I get to zoning: me and this chick on the L and then we're boning I free my mind sometimes I hear myself moaning Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone, man It got me going, sh** [Hook]