Twisted Insane - How I'm Feeelin lyrics

[Chorus] This how I'm feelin' After a billion yeah imma make the haters feel this This how I'm feelin' All the talkin' ain't nothin homie i don't feel it This how I'm feelin' Came to party brought all my gangsters they the realest This how I'm feelin' All these pussies man they got me ready to k** sh** [Demzwon] Got a hang over I'm still drunk from the night before Liquor flowin' through my system Tearin' it up as I perform If you cool with us try and get bodied There's gonna be bodies all over on the floor Goin' all out [?] Which makes us ready for war Only got real ones on my team And most of them have been there since day one Holdin' it down sayin' 100 [?] Leave you leakin' blood I've seen too many corpses [?] That's why i give em my archers Form my music into an immortal Puttin' everything into the business This my last resort It's time to make it a break Sick of this sh** can't take no more Been through so much in life That I don't think I'll ever see peace But failure is not an option So I ain't stoppin' for a thing [Chorus] This how I'm feelin' After a billion yeah imma make the haters feel this This how I'm feelin' All the talkin' ain't nothin homie i don't feel it This how I'm feelin' Came to party brought all my gangsters they the realest This how I'm feelin' All these pussies man they got me ready to k** sh** [Twisted Insane] Wake up and I'm still faded (faded) Drinkin' bout a gallon of the liquor last night Lookin' at my knife its all bloody Thinkin' nothin' of it must've got into a motherf**ing fight I roll about a gram amount of weed Put the millimeter in the center can pop it to get ghost You don't want me to flip out and pull the heat I do the most (ah ah ah ah)I'm not real I'm on a whole 'nother level You can send me straight to hell I don't give a f** about the devil I've done did too much sh** in my life to try and make amends My only friends is just the body and the shovel One more blunt to the brain now I'm good sh** i thought i never was gonna feel it I was wrong I be in this motherf**er foaming at the mouth Every time i see a fresh bowl packed in a bong Let me hit it on a mission with the b**hes on my phone Trapped up and I got the homie for the back up I ain't really even trippin' though But you know how these little n***as wanna act up Too much drankin' motherf**ers think they rebel Comin' in shootin' like a mad dog Brackin' that level k**ing everybody in this b**h Have your little homie lookin like Damn bro