Chorus (X2)
I'm Feeling Good
Like I made it out the Hood
Balling out just Like I should
Like They Finally understood
I'm Feeling good Still in The Hood

I'm Feelin Good, I'm Feelin Good, I'm Feelin Good

Verse 1 (ANVKIN Blk)

Weed hit my dopamine the Purple taking Over Now
Running with the Ultra Team, the league looking closer Now
I been on the grind since Martin met Gina
Way before my inception I was labeled as a genius
I need rings up on my fingers
I need two cups for my leaning
I need penthouse views lord forgive me I'm just dreaming
But I know the girls going to love it if I pull up in that Beamer
I'd much rather get a budget and just blow it all on Sneakers
Rap is easy, slice of pizza
Pop a molly straight from Giza
The women swear they love me but how can I believe em?
No dome on the whip man we call it coliseum
Resurrect Big and Pac, the future here they gotta see him
I'm that Nigga, a legend in the making
So many turned they back before, now they gotta face it
And Fuck sky walking man I'm sitting on Spaceships
I really want that paper but You know that comes with patience
You know that comes with greatness when You do it like Sri do
Cause I been killing shit since Sean Carter rocked Evisu
So Don't fuck with me I'm twisting buds of Diesel like it's legal
Leaving rappers in a fetal,
fettuccine on my plate
I tipped the waitress couple dollars then I get the cake
You don't like it well I love it I expected You to hate!
I'm Zoned out daily
I wish someone would pay me
I need a couple Milly for these Verses fuck Your Label! Ha!

Verse 2 ( Farr Well)

Scheming I'm alert
Dreams became merch
I'm still working for the church
But I'll put You in the dirt first
Cause God is a worthwhile search
Leave Earth
Make a hater smile hurt
I don't do that Syrup
Pop Pills or get my lean on
I'm upgrading my Resume,
About to get my dream Job
Repping that Supreme God
Eyes everywhere like the Feathers on a Peacock
Each thought is from the bottom view and the Tree Top
I feel Good like White Privilege
But It's Black Power
Know some Queens who fight systems
Astronaut like Sandra Bullock
Doing what my Fathers couldn't
No Kids dodged the Bullet
Life Good like Momma Cooking
Set myself Up, Got a lot of Cushion
I'm Bill Cosby Sweater Fresh but I don't eat pudding
Or rep that other fuck shit I do not condone
Press the mute button on the remote control
Cause cats that stay talking tend to be broke the most
Stuck like a Ghost
I got that good credit make em give me what I want
Bank robber with the loans
Money bags out the vault
catapult cause I'm feeling good

Chorus (X2)