[Chorus]
I feel what you feeling 'cause I get that feeling
I could do anything, 'bout to make a hundred million
I feel what you feeling 'cause I get that feeling
That Innerprize Clicc ain't got no ceilings
I feel what you feeling 'cause I get that feeling
I could do anything, 'bout to make a hundred million
I feel what you feeling 'cause I get that feeling
That Innerprize Clicc ain't got no ceilings

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm the one, not the two
Add one plus one, you get n***as from The Deuce
I was raised by the streets
It's a LA summer, we in Waikiki
Thank God for another summer
I'm still alive and I fuckin' love it
Seen some n***as fall off, what a fuckin' bummer
Had weight on my back, but I just kept running
Uh, winners keep winning
And the losеrs keep on complaining like little bitches
Lеt's separate the mice from the men
Run up, I'ma put a bullseye on your chin
Knock him right out
If he acting too tough, then he getting stomped out
Tell the label open up the budget
And I'ma flip it, worse case I double it
Every day I'm hustling
Every day Blue T Shirt bringing money in
Yeah, every day I'm hustling
Every day Blue T Shirt bringing money in
[Chorus]
I feel what you feeling 'cause I get that feeling
I could do anything, 'bout to make a hundred million
I feel what you feeling 'cause I get that feeling
That Innerprize Clicc ain't got no ceilings
I feel what you feeling 'cause I get that feeling
I could do anything, 'bout to make a hundred million
I feel what you feeling 'cause I get that feeling
That Innerprize Clicc ain't got no ceilings

[Verse 2]
Money machine, every ten go ding
I'm in the streets, ain't got no sleep
I hustle like I'm running out of time
Shouts out to my n***as thuggin' on the frontline
Money over everything up underneath the sun
We been going super hard so the summer gon' be fun
We pulling out the cars and we bought a gang of guns
At every light, two fingers, no thumbs
That's for The Deuce gang
South Central outlaws, we ain't with the truce thang
Pocket full of blue thangs, sliding with my boo thang
Come through, turn your block to a shooting range
'97 Air Max mixed with the Bape
Purple crew, looking like I bang Grape
N***as in the hood play my music to escape
They seen me make it, it's motivation
[Chorus]
I feel what you feeling 'cause I get that feeling
I could do anything, 'bout to make a hundred million
I feel what you feeling 'cause I get that feeling
That Innerprize Clicc ain't got no ceilings
I feel what you feeling 'cause I get that feeling
I could do anything, 'bout to make a hundred million
I feel what you feeling 'cause I get that feeling
That Innerprize Clicc ain't got no ceilings

[Outro]
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