Feeki

Y u mad

Feeki
I just do my thing, keep on climbing up
My numbers do the talking, boy you whine too much
It's a fact, negativity is cancerous
You don't get it huh, maybe you can answer this

So Why you mad bro
Not working but you talking shit
So why you mad bro
I'm busy with my shopping list
So why you mad bro
You never fucking got ahead
I never made excuses I just made some bread

I pay no attention I'm looking down the road
I'm only in for expression and getting free and clear
So shoutout every hating artist from around the globe
This track right here gon make more than your quote unquote career

All I know is business
That's how I'm doing me
While you sit around and bitchin
How I'm doin what you dream
And you say you don't care about money
Then wonder why you broke
Same way you acting funny
Cause the team acquire dough, woah

All of the music, made in an attic, now on the national TV
Every re run, helping my freedom, people, actually see me
Online, they try to panini (squish)
I'm thinking they just wanna be me (wish)
But you can't, you wanna know why (why)
You'd actually have to beat me

I just do my thing, keep on climbing up
My numbers do the talking, boy you whine too much
It's a fact, negativity is cancerous
You don't get it huh, maybe you can answer this

So Why you mad bro
Not working but you talking shit
So why you mad bro
I'm busy with my shopping list
So why you mad bro
You never fucking got ahead
I never made excuses I just made some bread

So Why you mad bro
Not working but you talking shit
So why you mad bro
I'm busy with my shopping list
So why you mad bro
You never fucking got ahead
I never made excuses I just made some bread

I understand why these motherfuckers are hating bad
They got no drive, no path and no hope for making cash
Cause if they did they'd take some notes diagnosing my moves
All the joking might prove they moving like an aching back

(Ouch), look at me now
Touring around, performing the sound
Talk about moves you've been in a bounce
Forever stuck on winnin your town, bitch
(How)

Y'all too weak
Not a fortnight y'all just beat
Moan that everybody sleepin
But you just don't bring that heat, boy

Acting like you got it
Quit flexing for the gram
Friends know you're not that poppin and the rest don't give a damn

Seein someone doing better
Immediately saying
'They don't deserve it shoulda been me'
Youthe definition of a hater

I just do my thing, keep on climbing up
My numbers do the talking, boy you whine too much
It's a fact, negativity is cancerous
You don't get it huh, maybe you can answer this

So Why you mad bro
Not working but you talking shit
So why you mad bro
I'm busy with my shopping list
So why you mad bro
You never fucking got ahead
I never made excuses I just made some bread

So Why you mad bro
Not working but you talking shit
So why you mad bro
I'm busy with my shopping list
So why you mad bro
You never fucking got ahead
I never made excuses I just made some bread

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