Wretch 32 - Feeling Myself lyrics

[Break: New Machine] Yeah, you know I'm feeling myself [Verse 1: Chip] Look, straight bars, no messing around But picture me in the booth 2-stepping around sh**, it's nearly 10 years I've been holding it down You couldn't f** with me then, you can't f** with me now I told God I wanna quit, my n***a wouldn't let me 16, my freestyles are legendary They be like "Yo Chip, where's Ice Kid?" I'm like "Blud, do I look like his secretary?" Head top bars, no frisky flows Chipmunk from the school of Risky Roadz And your ballerina raps can't test the flow With your ankles out, stay on your toes I don't know how it feels to queue to rave I've been popping since drinking underage Me, I've got like 13 mixtapes, 2 albums, an EP And I still got more to say I've got bars for days, now who wants a page? I can feel the eyes, yeah, they're all on me For all the bad minds preeing, I got Lord's on me So if you pull out your gun, it might strawberry (jam) Positive energy, I'm throwing up a peace But right now I'm in beef with this beat So one time for New Machine but I'mma punch it up to say the least Like I was at Drake's show like, look at all these Drake hoes Rap really has a payroll 25 sitting on 25 Ms? 25th's around the corner, where the f** is my pen? Still telling every gyal "you are not my wifey" Feeling myself, you ain't gotta like me No hook, just verses on the beat Make her drink off the flow, KA's still sweet, n***a, yeah [Break: New Machine] Yeah, you know I'm feeling myself [Verse 2: Kano] Huh, hit me I'm feeling myself, I might strip me f** it, done with the intro, let me indulge If we're all stars then what's Ringo? There's levels to this sh**, no kettle on your wrist Could get you on the list of legendary Brits When you're buried under 6, what you think though? Prince made Purple Rain, you made Vimto (watered) Brushing my shoulders, no lint roll It's nothing, switch up the flow and so seamless We work harder than Hulk Hogan's seamstress The three amigos, [?] finito I ain't doing this sh** to be T-To B, I ain't featuring man to get me ghost I've been getting fully paid to feed Rico (treason) In our plate of the people, you're peak though (eating) You'll see man on Barking Road chilling (true) I'm from round here, so who's slipping? (you) Chick on the red, still I'm cripping (Snoop) I ain't got two chains but I'm different Yankees on a flossing ting My man take your confidence for co*kiness Cause these n***as don't scrap, that's rocky sh** Red dot on your chest, no poppy sh** I stay anonymous rolling with the commoners Two pints of lager and some pomme frites But every now and then, I pop a couple Bollingers Act up in the week, weekend's the omnibus Then watch Bartholomew's Chip call me uncle Something like Reg and his nephew, we'll trunk you Leave man dizzy when we spin you like Rambo, kick it like kung fu Snare better back that sh** Cause when Wretch grabs this It's a ra**clart madness [Break: New Machine] Yeah, you know I'm feeling myself [Verse 3: Wretch 32] Mum told me "f** the game, give me some grandkids" Told her that I'm match fit, already on a hat trick Nearly, I dropped the ball about one time And it's not my fault that the lady didn't catch it Scary like the movie, but nothing like a movie Cuh this n***a don't die, no one doesn't wanna shoot me I've been rolling with my boys through my hood without my hoodie And they're saying I [?] Me and Kane go back from when I was selling goodies Me and Chip go back from when I was robbing bookies I bet you wouldn't bet that Ain't never hide problems when we really got the cookie Two shots for my n***as in the pen Because of my pen, I can buy my n***as shots I can buy food for everyone in my circle But how we ever gonna think out the box? I remember when me and Z got raided Had the same look on his face when I got famous Oh, happy days playing 2Pac - Changes In my boxed room, now the Porsche all spacious Uh, rolling around with new Roleys on On an island getting my Stony on Uh, didn't sleep, getting my lonely on I done transformed from MC to Wretchatron I'm a beast with it I'm Great Britain off the leash with it Or Great Britain in my piece, init If you're gonna do the rap, get the meat with it Yeah, I say nice to meet ya when I leave ya Cause I wanna go, she want a Visa See, I'm [?] speaker Me, Chip and K, this is ether [Break: New Machine] Yeah, you know I'm feeling myself [Outro: Wretch 32] How much we sold between us again?