Feelin' it (feat. Dom Kennedy)

Verse 1:

Why you thinking half empty?
I fill my cup
Yeah theses haters gon envy, like Troy gon cut
Still got them big wheels, like toys R us
Pull up like the Flintstones with the wood grain
Been having hoes on me since pinky and the brain
Shit
Swerve on these clowns like i'm Bruce Wayne
Shit
Bomb on theses niggas like Klu Klux Klan
Shit
These rappers soft as my nubuck tims
Beats hot like the summer, vegas sunny days
I grip franklins, while yaw paper just run away
Maybe its the vapors or that bitchass-ness
Here's a toast to my haters
This shit classic

Hook:

This is for my players, hustlers, dealers
Real bad bitches with they mind on they figures
If you feeling so fresh, put ya hands in the sky
We gon shine like the fourth of july
Feeling so fly
I can touch the sky
You know i'm feeling it

Dom Kennedy:

Players, hoes, money, gold
A 650 bemer tell me where you wanna go
We headed back to vegas never do much sleeping
She ain't got a man, never do much cheating
Champagne gang spend to much drinking
She wanna tongue kiss we don't do much speaking
French papers hella weed
If she not smoking tell her leave
Who that, who that telling me
She take cold showers to my last LP
Uh uh
Then she told me im her favorite rapper
And then she showed me im her favorite rapper

Hook:

This is for my players, hustlers, dealers
Real bad bitches with they mind on they figures
If you feeling so fresh, put ya hands in the sky
We gon shine like the fourth of july
Feeling so fly
I can touch the sky
You know i'm feeling it