This is a song about "I feel that"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I feel that my rhymes spill and they mind bog-gle

I know that sometimes we make you feel disrespected,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

I hate that i feel bad when u dont reply

When i bring that real game, yo i make you feel pain,

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

So i guess that's where i hide my things

But i still feel pain that this life brings

My soul flying to the clouds, but then i feel that doubt

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

That i feel is my true fear, for to remember happy times....

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...