Jenks - How I Feel

It's Jenks, Baby

Uhhh
Jenks
Chinks Chapo, what up
This that VA sh*t

Look
B*tch, I’m me
I'm that n*gga
It ain't lucky
That she wanna f*ck me
It’s great bein' me
N*gga trust me
What you think
They stopped making guns when they made yours
You think the feds ain't watchin' them videos
And ain't replay yours
You cutthroat to get the money
No morals so you up f*cked
You got it backwards, my n*gga
You f*cked up
But, see me
I'm solid
To keep it G
I just keep it me
Louie V
Every time I reach in that wallet
She call me daddy
It get her moist
When I raise my voice
If it's me or you
That's a easy choice
So, don’t bro me
You don’t know me, my n*gga
Yeah, you follow me online
But, you ain't the homie, my n*gga
The World is yours
I feel like like Tony, my n*gga
I need real all around me
Can’t do phony, my n*gga (Nah)
I pray the Lord that my soul to keep
It's no love in these in streets
But they gonna remember me
Remember Jenks

I think you should know how I feel though
Barely give a f*ck like a dildo
I'm focused tryin' stack me some real dough
(Okay)
I’ma collect the back-end
Then invest with a passion
This sh*t real, why you acting
(Okay)
What the f*ck you wan' front for
Have my bros at your front door
Plenty smoke, but I want more
(Okay)
Gotta run me a bag up
Never brag on my last bucks
Play with us, that's ya ass, Buck
(Okay)

You can look me in my eyes
I can tell you all the lies
About these guys say they gon' ride
B*tch, ain't nobody on my side
We done flipped so many pies
Serving zips, without no eyes
Its on my hip, it's in disguise
I let it rip, don't be surprised
Just took a lil b*tch off my schedule
Told her I'm no longer available
I told my homie bring a scale or two
My plug got them P's
He gon' mail 'em through
N*ggas rapping 'bout shit that they ain't never do
That's the reason they stressin' you
N*gga get out of line
And I'm stretching you
Show these n*ggas what that flexing do
Don't run up on me, n*gga badback
I just might f*ck 'cause her ass fat
Call me Jimmy Neutron, I'ma blast that
N*ggas mad at my gun, it's a Black Mac
Got a black mask in the back pack
Rob a n*gga for his mad racks
Finesse a n*gga out his Dad Hat
Virginia Beach jail, where my Dad at

I think you should know how I feel though
Barely give a f*ck like a dildo
I'm focused tryin' stack me some real dough
(Okay)
I'ma collect the back-end
Then invest with a passion
This sh*t real, why you acting
(Okay)
What the f*ck you wan' front for
Have my bros at your front door
Plenty smoke, but I want more
(Okay)
Gotta run me a bag up
Never brag on my last bucks
Play with us, that's ya ass, Buck
(Okay)