Feelin’ Good

[Intro]:
When you a real nigga, you feel good about yourself
(I'm feelin' good, nigga!)
It's a certain way you get down, it's certain shit you don't do (I'm feelin' good, nigga!)
It's certain shit you stand up for
It's certain shit you just don't take, so go ask yourself (I'm feelin' good, nigga!), are you a real nigga, or you fake?
Nigga feelin' good right now, shit
I'm feelin' good, nigga!

[Verse 1]:
I'm feelin' good like a real motherfucka should
I'm still livin' and I'm breathin', word to the hood
A lotta niggas die, a lotta mommas cry
It's fucked up, when the death, is a homicide
So I'm grateful, and so many niggas hateful
I'm standin' tall, through it all, street life or faithful
It's different types of niggas, some real some fake
Real nigga 'til the end and the feelin's great
When I look in the mirror, you wanna know what it say?
"I love you my nigga, have a blessed day"
I say "good lookin', G", then I head out
It's only one way to go, I'm takin' the Brain route
I'm Mafia raised, that means I'm Mafia made
And I ain't gon' stop squeezin' triggers 'til the nigga pay
This life I live, you wish you would it could
So with that being said, I'm feelin' good

[Chorus: Nina Simone & Lil' Hawk]:
Birds flying high, you know how I feel (and I'm feeling good) (I'm feelin' good, nigga!)
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel (and I'm feeling good) (I'm feelin' good, nigga!)
It's a new dawn, it's a new day! (and I'm a feelin' good) (I'm feelin' good, nigga!)
It's a new life for me, yeah (new dawn and I'm feeling good) (I'm feelin' good, nigga!)

[Verse 2]:
I'm not even a rapper, but I can spit it
True shit, the realest Blood nigga that ever did it
Them other dudes, they was bool for some entertainment
But in real life, wasn't doin' shit so nigga save it
Just a bunch of rapper yappin' words off out their mouths
Don't even trip, we gon' holla, back at the house
These niggas been killin' me when they be actin' like they the hardest
On Crenshaw Mafia Gangsta Blood, you niggas garbage
Yeah, you can rap good, but what about you in the hood?
Straight bull-bull, doo-doo, then I wish you would
These niggas be takin' false credit that they don't deserve
They memberships' invalid, look, listen and learn
I never bee these niggas at a gangsta party
And I was at, everyone, when my gun sparkin'
So where I'm standing right now, I'm Mr. Inglewood
I know these fuckin' haters, man, but I'm feelin' good

[Chorus: Nina Simone & Lil' Hawk]

[Verse 3]:
My life is brazy, this the way I made it
To be on top, and never to be faded
I'm one of the greatest, from the past to the laters
Flippin' through these Red Pagez, sayin' "fuck these haters"
I do this for my gangstas, that be pressin' bustas
That be standin' on their shit and never turn to suckas
This for my real bitches, that hold it down with niggas
To ones that just, should we say, "baby, squeeze the trigga"
Fuck a coward-ass hoe, that shit will get you killed
I need a ride or die, bitch, heavy with the steel
Bonnie, Clyde they was bool, they had a little heart
But they got whipped apart because they wasn't smart
Come fuck with a real nigga and I'mma show you the way
'Fore we die, we gon' live it up, everyday
Big Sasha?, to Inglewood
Lil' Hawk the Red Rider, and I'm feelin' good!