Ion Feel Em-Yo Gotti/Kevin Gates

Ion Feel Em Yo Gotti You niggas, man; too social Niggas is to media-like Tellin' on yourselves Tellin' on everybody else Twenty-fifteen, stop doing it for the 'gram Do it for your fam Fuckers Gun emoji on they comment, you gon' kill 'em I don't believe these niggas I ain't with these niggas I don't get these niggas I don't feel 'em And you got act for sale on the 'gram Took a picture from the Lamb And you got bricks for sale on the town, God damn I don't trust these niggas I don't f**k with these niggas These buster-ass niggas, I don't feel 'em I don't feel 'em, I don't feel 'em I don't feel 'em, I don't feel 'em, I don't feel 'em Sendin' threats on the 'gram, they gon' kill you Social gangstas, them niggas tickle me And my B***h say I'm a deadbeat, on the 'gram But I burn they head every week I'm from Memphis, my nigga Shit different, my nigga We don't do comments These young niggas shoot pistols, my nigga Drug dealin' on the 'gram, you got that act for sale? Are you a Microsoft plug, you got threats for sale? These niggas uploading guns and shit Can't make bonds and shit When you post your whole life, how you gon' run? These niggas ain't thinkin', these niggas foolish And me, I'm just coolin' Kickin' back, like who they think that they foolin'? These niggas ain't G, these niggas ain't me These B*****s really ain't bad, like they on IG In person, might think it's a whole 'nother person Nigga livin' through my verses Bitches fuckin' just for purses; is it worth it? But who am I? I will never live a lie, I won't even try Nigga quick to post some s**t that they can't even buy Nigga quick to write some s**t that they won't even try Gun emoji, bang-bang; pussy, you a lie Never shot nothin', never watched nothin' die How you gon' hash-tag squad, when you ain't ever ride? Log on, log off; yeah, run and hide And be on that same tough s**t when I'm lookin' in your eyes Pussy Gun emoji on they comment', you gon' kill 'em I don't believe these niggas I ain't with these niggas I don't get these niggas I don't feel 'em Took a trip out the city, bein' escorted by [?] Just had come back from out the row, but I got caught in the district Paper-thin, gettin' skinny; class-two and a felony What if I get convicted, who gon' take care of my children? Prayin' harder than ever, know I oughta do better I be talkin' to God, while I walk with the Devil Sell the carpenter skills Work in horrible weather Can hold a hammer and nail, pistol and an umbrella The clip [?] I'mma [?] Get too close, I'mma scalp him Jump up out the Benz, [???] What that is, a Beretta? [??] Sylvester Ain't no shinin' when I'm grindin' On my mind is whatever Mike Brown murder only talked about for a week They say Gates what's your take? We just wanna hear you speak Where I'm from, it's cold-hearted every day in the streets Stood on avenues with [?] They won't work, I'mma flood Even when it's hot, I thug Make 'em work for the boss (Got it like what if I go to jail?) They gon' work for a boss, f**k it