Feelin' the Love

I wake up tryin' to dodge the cops just like my momma did

Came home from school soon as I seen she was up out the crib

Criminal Minded, mind your business if you wanna live

Them niggas fiendin' for them luxuries they'll never get

I took a couple women's love for me and hit a lick

If she can't help me get up out the struggle, why I need the bitch?

I need a million dollars for starters, been sick of sleepin' on the couch

In this crowded apartment, them streets been in a fuckin' drought

I don't see the narcotics, it ain't no books up in this backpack

I brought the revolver, I'm asking niggas where the cash at

Tappin' they pockets

That pocket rocket make a backpacker as soon as you blockin'

You know the block is hot

Wayne tried to tell them, one case away from felon

Granny told me stay inside the house, a nigga should've listened

Been punchin' out their faces with the hands that I pray with

Money trees blowin' in the wind, I'm feeling the fragrance

Is you feeling amazing? Yeah I'm feeling the love

Hope I get to take it with me when my living is done

Pray to God that he forgive me for the sinning I've done

And I hear you cheering for me when my victory come

Yeah I'm feeling the love

2006 I said I had to get my money right

Shit I refuse to hear my stomach growl another night

Might put that burner right up in your mouth and free your mind

Then run your pockets, I ain't stoppin' 'til my kids is fine

College was a plan of mine until I seen them fees

Everything I ever needed, I done learned out on them streets

Only price was loss of sleepin', homies plottin' so I keep it on me

Closely play this game for keeps, I take the shot, you be the goalie

Goals I gotta reach, but this girl up in my sheets asleep

Mom up on her way to work, if she say bye before she leave

Then this my last day on this earth, I'm way too young for plantin' seeds

Is what she used to tell me, shit, but when I ever listen?

Played a lot of roles in life but never played the victim

Never paid a toll for stripes, I earned them on them lonely nights

Mac rounds tear the house down like a poltergeist

Life is what you make it, just depend on how you roll the dice