TU Records - Feel It lyrics

[verse 1] Man, these motherf**ers mad, I can really feel it/ Can you see it? That I'm gonna make it? / I can't fake it/ And I'm coming for the top boy, recording in a basement/ Dropping songs while you getting with a basic b**h/ Rolling with my homies and you bet we gonna face that sh**/ And go to Amsterdam with the fam, like they innocents/ Light the incense, I am such a f**ing lyricist/ Word play is immanent, my mouth full of cinnamon/ Disciplined but I'm not an ordinary citizen/ I'm coming for the fame, you bet I'm gonna finish it/ Have you not been listening? Electric like a filament/ Where is my certificate? Winning is not limited/ I just keep putting pencils in, my body needs more insulin/ I had way too much sugar from juice, and I'm feeling it/ Tired of all this hate, man, I'm really f**ing sick of it/ At this point, I feel like I am f**ing infinite/ Who's gonna stop me? / I've already climbed the Rockies/ Get an uppercut like Rocky/ And my road is pretty chalky/ Go to Colorado, play the Rockies, bet they walk me/ Then I drop some drops bombs like we hitting Nagasaki/ Got a couple broads that I drill like Milwaukee/ Mix the Moonshine, I am sipping Kamikaze/ Confident, not co*ky; spirited like Anunnaki/ I am pretty hungry, got blood like souvlaki/ f** these other rappers, talking lean and they broccoli/ Get the f** up off me, you sipping on that soft drink/ I don't f** with pussies, thinking hard by drinking coffee/ They all go to Starbucks, then rave while popping Molly's/ Think you're so cool by getting out of your mind/ The only thing that I do is toke while I rhyme/ And now I'm k**ing sh**, sippin' on this fine wine/ My music's hooking people like I am on prime time/ Now I'm tired of all this bullsh**, I'm scrolling through my timeline/ Now I'm ‘bout to blow your mind like I'm Albert Einstein/ I will pull out my nine and shoot you like nine times/ Catch a homicide, nah, I don't follow guidelines/ I do what the f** I want/ Devin is so troublesome/ Bet that I am one of ‘em/ Pop you like some bubblegum/ My money's coming fat like all I eat is honey buns/ Who the f** you think you is? Where is that discussion from?/ [exit] Man, these motherf**ers mad; I can really feel it/ I can really feel it (x2)