Kero(Veli) - #'s lyrics

(Intro) "How you feeling? Fine!, feel alright?" (Verse 1) Laugh when they claim that they know me how? Money pile up, while you chase females to hold you down what Beats shake the ground like timber -Land of the fake friends who shake hands pretending like They wasn't gunning at your back before you turned around So I keep them in the rear view, windshield see a mil or two Get to the money early so I never have to plan to Judge penitentiary chances to get fly at The Landing, up all night vamping getting amped in my trances The good die young and the great held for ransom Till they tired of your samples and following your example I pray to God that I echo Put numbers on the board, the world ankles on my collarbone Guard your kingdom watch your throne n***a, they paint pictures I take pictures Drool ether, spit hot sh** charred lung no filter No f**s no feelings on the mic with my nose dripping Cold n***a, cold hearted One night no feelings.. Just real grills trill till my next umbilical Cord cut and fore runners of MO come up, pa** the baton swear I won't slow up Nah Cus' we put #'s, on the , motherf**ing board From the floor to the Forbes flaming till I'm f**ing bored And when I get there, no handouts for you n***as Not even a handshake, left over plate for you n***as cus' I can't get that now right? Flavor in your ear brodie, come and get a soundbite Money over b**hes? That don't really sound right Flexing on your Insta, ugh Foreign cars and women all local to some n***a I'll/ Spend a rack with Wuz before I give Versace fifty Anything I do I swear I do it for the city n***as flex a lot but, I can't show no pity or Try to mediate cus' then I'm in the bullsh** with him so Let them do that rapping and just shoot like music video I stay in the cut like neosporin, I don't fein for no Attention from these n***as or b**hes, I know yall see me though, every time I score Couldn't hoop so I ball off the court #'s on the motherf**ing boards (Outro) "How you feeling? Fine! Feel alright?"