[Intro: Ralo]
It feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
Twysted Genius
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good

[Chorus: Ralo]
Mama, talk to your son
Let's talk about what we done
Let's talk about where we from
Let's talk about where we goin'
Let's talk about what we did
Let's talk about what we doin'
I drop the top in the hood
I wouldn't change if I could
It feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good

[Verse 1: Ralo]
It feel good
Mama told me I was chosen and we both see it
Mama told me, "Son, it gon' be hard 'cause your skin
You gon' see it, they make it hard for black men"
I forbid if I ever go back and do a bid, I'm doin' it big
I'm doin' shit n***as never did
Keep it real with your dog no matter what you do
No matter if it break your heart, I gotta tell the truth
I gotta tell 'em
I'm a real go-getter, hundred mil', no issue
Heard my man 'bout to go broke but I ain't goin' broke with him
Got my name in the system, went to prison for a pistol
Even though I can't be with them, Lord knows a n***a miss them
[Chorus: Ralo]
Mama, talk to your son
Let's talk about what we done
Let's talk about where we from
Let's talk about where we goin'
Let's talk about what we did
Let's talk about what we doin'
I drop the top in the hood
I wouldn't change if I could
It feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good

[Verse 2]
I swear it feel good to wake up every day and know you a real one
When you get whatever you want on your face, you know you a million
When I look at my reflection, I see a solid n***a starin' back at me
If you be gossiping and spreading rumors
N***a, you really sweeter than a daquiri
I feel the knife wounds all in back of me
You ain't gotta like me, but you ain't gon' play with me
Them n***as'll hate on me then wanna as-salamu alaykum me with the fakery
Get off my dick, lil' n***a
You ain't gon' never compare or relate to me
While you worried 'bout another n***a
I get up and hustle hard like it's eight of me
It feels good, oh, to know that I stand on integrity
When so many other n***as turn snitches, be singin' like they Frankie Beverly
It feel good, it feel great, to know that I'm one of the chosen
To know that I stuck to the code, I'm never gon' fold, put that on my heart and my soul
[Chorus: Ralo]
Mama, talk to your son
Let's talk about what we done
Let's talk about where we from
Let's talk about where we goin'
Let's talk about what we did
Let's talk about what we doin'
I drop the top in the hood
I wouldn't change if I could
It feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good

[Verse 3]
It feel good buyin' mama car, it feel good movin' mama far
It feel good livin' like a star, it feel good bein' who we are
It feel so damn good to move out the hood and buy the hood back
Everything a n***a own came from a money pack
I used to be broke as fuck, I ain't never goin' back
Ask them n***as in the chain gang, I bet them n***as vouch for it
Every week, gettin' hit, bitch say swallow blue with the snack
Miss Kid had my back, she always shook the pack
Chain gang rich n***a, well known drug dealer
All my ahks, we some killers, strive for the five peelers
All my n***as move packs, all my n***as double back
In West End, it's Pakistan and Maxby Road Iraq
[Chorus: Ralo]
Mama, talk to your son
Let's talk about what we done
Let's talk about where we from
Let's talk about where we goin'
Let's talk about what we did
Let's talk about what we doin'
I drop the top in the hood
I wouldn't change if I could
It feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good

[Verse 4: Daddy-O]
A hundred mil', two deals, I'm A1 in FamGoon still
FMG still gang gang, bulletproof Hummer when the chopper swing
Name ringing like a bell, n***a
Daddy-O got the bales, n***a
Metric ton on the scale, n***a
My floor scale weigh wells, n***a
Knock your head off your tail, n***a
You a peon, lil' frail n***a
Gave my lawyer mil', I retained n***as
White boys tryna frame n***as
FamGoon in the game, n***a
We get paid just to entertain n***as
Nightmare, still can't sleep
Been shooting it out all week
Fuck I care 'bout a rap beef?
Me and Ralo just blew a mil' a piece
In these streets like white lines
Post on Fair Road like stop signs
Lil' n***as say they run the city
They just too young to know better
Ask Rocko, Daddy-O the don
Me and bro been chasin' a hundred mil' together

[Chorus: Ralo]
Mama, talk to your son
Let's talk about what we done
Let's talk about where we from
Let's talk about where we goin'
Let's talk about what we did
Let's talk about what we doin'
I drop the top in the hood
I wouldn't change if I could
It feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good
It feel good, it feel good, it feel good