Nomadic - I Feel Bad For You Son lyrics

"I can't believe that it's real" [Kool G Rap] Yeah, hear me? Word You see us scheming (you see us), you see us plottin We bout to leave you bleedin (that's right), we bout to get it poppin (no doubt) We got that j**ellery gleamin, we got them hammers co*king (uh huh) Me and my wolves are fiendin, homie we from the rotten Heeeeey "I feel bad for you son" [-- Jay-Z PA nine rubber grip, AK hammer plate Roll up, get dotted up with eighteen gamma rays Runnin with them heaters out, find out what my team about 5 Fam Click dog with the chips up, you clean the house It's life in the fast lane, you lames take the scenic route G bout to get money, walk around with his peter out Plus I'm like Rick Ross, I'm big boss and you see the clout My hammers click off then you big floss and the heap come out Homie can't stand the rain, duck from my candy paint Truck where your man is slain, we f**in banana flames f** all your glamour fame, give up the grands and chains G in the phantom range, roll up, we bring the rains Yeah, we skip a few, whole click we trigger pull The potholes that Desert Eagles leave are huge so here's the rules Came to take it over, lay 'em face-over Mix it with baking soda, listen to the breaks from Hova "I feel bad for you son" [-- Jay-Z {*X7*} "I can't believe that it's real"