IFEELiT
Intro
You see there’s too many imitations out there
Too many third party waffles, Leggo my Eggo!

Verse 1
Now or never
Losing track of all the hours since December
Put into this craft to make it sound much better
Get it straight, pronounce the letters
Llegos is my name, making all these lames
Look like coward bed-wetters
Pound a beverage, whiskey is my choice
Sour mash forever
Sipping on the moist, crystal clear, clouded in the center
I'm feeling crowded better get away
I need to meditate, surrounded by the pressure
I might show up at your party an hour late
Better late than never
And you better play my shit
How loud the bass get before it shake down the place?
Let's have people hear this that are out of state
I want to see some ass bounce and raise
Work it like you out if shape
Come sit down on this couch that's leather
Put your hands down my waist
Only perfect scores on my penis I don't really care about how I met her
But bitches be trippin, treating powder like pepper
Never eating, every pound a feather
Man, fuck all this party bullshit
Every beat I get more powerful than ever!
Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Hook
I'm tryna get famous
I make all this great shit
Send moms on vacations
I'm tryna be A-list
Die where the greats did
And buy pops a few places
Dreams and creations
I work till cremation
My bloodline I take with
Remember this name bitch
I work every day then
This music's my graveshift

Chorus
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
That's what I'm talking bout (Talking bout)
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
That's wassup that's what I'm talking bout (That’s what’s up)
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
That's what I'm talking bout (Let’s talk about it)
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
That's wassup that's what I'm talking bout (Wazzup)

Verse 2
Step up in the ring and then I'm knocking out
I’m focused on the waist like I just lost some pounds
Competition running races with me but they quickly move aside and then they walking out
People only focused on the clout and tryna be the hottest out
They forget to be original and that's some shit I really think we need to talk about
Gasp! Insert mic drop sound!
What’s left to say after that?
Rappers looking mad awkward like a sitcom that never had a laughter track
I’ve been on, their nightmare is alive
And I do that ‘till the casket wearing black on black
Dark heart magic in my rabbit hat
Talking shit I got a knack for that
Going apeshit, throwing sacks of crap
Off the wall, up the Bark where is Travis at?
On a track I play my part against the crash and hat
That's a wrap, Saint Nicholas
I paint with the bristle of the brush
Stay in your lane you're drunk
Ain't giving up, ain't mixing drugs
Baking in the kitchen cooking up some different stuff
Wait a minute. You saying that you ain't with this?
You complain like a bitch, goodness gracious
No God, I'm an atheist
And that’s no prob ‘cause I don't know what your name is
Chorus
(I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
That's what I'm talking bout)
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
That's what I'm talking bout (Talking bout)
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
That's wassup that's what I'm talking bout (That’s what’s up)
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
That's what I'm talking bout (Let’s talk about it)
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
That's wassup that's what I'm talking bout (Wazzup)

Outro
Ya, haha that’s what I’m talking about
Shoutout Legion
Making this, making this monster of a beat
Allowing me to slay this dragon
I feel it