Feel It Comin’ – Yhung T.O.

(Holla the Truth)

When them niggas took my uncle made me think a lot
I got post traumatic stress ’cause I done seen a lot
Lord forgive me for my sins ’cause I didn’t mean a lot
I know them niggas want me dead that’s why I keep a Glock
How we still raise our hands and still gettin’ played?
Cops still killin’ niggas and still gettin’ away
Momma’s still cryin’, the only son up in that grave
And all my niggas still thuggin’ I ain’t seen a change
Droppin’ shots on them niggas, ain’t no savin’ that
Glock wit’ a drum attached, can’t remember where my ‘K was at
Right outside them niggas front steps, where I be waitin’ at
Won’t pass that bitch no ‘wood, shit I wouldn’t even let her pay to match
If ain’t no sympathy for my people I can’t feel a nothin’
Dropped us in that jungle, gave us guns and made us kill each other
Held my sister while she cried and say she missed her brother
Them niggas time around the corner, I can feel it comin’

Them niggas time around the corner, I can feel it comin’ (I can feel it comin’)
They put money on my head but ain’t kill nothin’ (but ain’t kill nothin’)
Say them niggas want me dead and I ain’t scared or runnin’ (I ain’t scared or runnin’)
I’ma run up my bag and I’ma die thuggin’ (I’ma die thuggin’)
I’ma ball on these niggas on my lil’ brother (oh on my lil’ brother)
And my heart got so cold I can’t feel nothin’ (oh I can’t feel nothin’)
I’ma ball on these niggas or I’m gon’ kill one (oh… I’m gon’ kill one)
I’m gon’ ball on these niggas, naw na na

I can’t hang around no niggas who ain’t dropped nothin’
I can’t fuck wit’ a bitch who ain’t got nothin’
I won’t, never trust a bitch, ain’t no thot lovin’
Big Glock, when I’m on yo’ block tryna drop somethin’
I still, ‘member all them days I was dead broke
I won’t, run from no nigga like my leg broke
I gotta, go and get these bands ’til I’m dead and gone
Now if I leave you dead and gone I’ll be dead wrong
But nobody see that shit ’cause they won’t pay attention
I ain’t into givin’ niggas clout you can’t pay to mention
And I’ll empty out this clip I catch a sucka slippin’
And I still pull up and get back and try a make a difference
But they just wanna see the negative
The account got hella shit, still remember it was negative
Can’t get no PayPal ’cause way back I was scammin’ shit
Totin’ hams and shit, squeezin’ triggers ’til they jam and shit

Them niggas time around the corner, I can feel it comin’ (I can feel it comin’)
They put money on my head but ain’t kill nothin’ (but ain’t kill nothin’)
Say them niggas want me dead and I ain’t scared or runnin’ (I ain’t scared or runnin’)
I’ma run up my bag and I’ma die thuggin’ (I’ma die thuggin’)
I’ma ball on these niggas on my lil’ brother (oh on my lil’ brother)
And my heart got so cold I can’t feel nothin’ (oh I can’t feel nothin’)
I’ma ball on these niggas or I’m gon’ kill one (oh… I’m gon’ kill one)
I’m gon’ ball on these niggas, naw na na