{Verse 1}

Chea, D-Boy in the b-u-i-l-ding

he who buy and sell things/ feds hear my cell ring

Phone we say ice cream/ home we say white

In jail we don't say too much/ the codes ain't safe enough

So I be on the street and on the road gettin' my paper up

Full but I ain't ate enough/ I'm good but I ain't great enough {uh-uh}

Aye, Drew, turn the faders up/ I'm wakin' up

I'm takin' up the industry's space and I'm wastin' 'em

They can't look me in my face cuz I'm grillin' 'em {bling}

How my smile worth a mill-i-on? {Ha}

Because/ diamonds are forever

Pluck a diamond from the bezzle/ feel the clarity that twinkle on the Lil One/ now get 'em



{Hook}

I'm feelin' myself/ I'm feelin' myself/ I'm feelin' it/ I'm feelin' myself/ aye what is this, feelin'?/ I'm feelin' myself/ I'm feelin' myself/ I'm feelin' like... you gotta feel me!





{Verse 2}

I spit/ switchblades for the bitch made

I spit sweet lemonade for the pretty babes {haha}

I spit bullets at hood niggas

Don't get shot/ get low boy! {Boy!}

I spit numbers for the dough boys/ and for the dope boys

I tell 'em to meet coke boys/ it's more money involved

Sheea/ more money/ more problems/ more problems to solve/ Big Gleezy got 'em {Gleezy}!

Ask a nigga have I ever been in the back of a car lookin' for other niggas after dark {real to 'em}

They'll tell you wassup/ I ain't bad as fuck, but I'm tough enough/ that's why...





{Hook}





{Verse 3}

Peole try to tell me shit/ but I don't wanna hear 'em

Cuz if I tell 'em shit back/ then I'd prob'ly scare 'em

Truth be told I'm the hottest of my era

There will never be a soul that can compare to every level ever pedaled by the devil/ me being the devil

Yup/ Hot Boy to the grizzle/ gone til they miss me

And that's until the blunts burn out/ and the liquor is empty

I ain't trippin' cuz I did me/ wait I'm trippin' cuz I'm still me

Still the little nigga goin' out to get me

If the/	public got somethin' to say

Well tell them I got somethin' to say/ and that is...



{Hook x2}