Abhi The Nomad – FEUD lyrics

[Intro]
You think I'm mad, don't you?

[Verse 1: Abhi the Nomad]
I be in a league of my own
My ***** eat grapes on a throne
My clique spend days in the zone
Springfield lemme get the dome
I be workin' long nights long
I could make the rent from a show
Money shine in the spot like glow
And I'm still rocking five dollar clothes, be smart
All my feelings are go, yeah
None of my feelings are gold, no
When I drop a single it blows
I make a living that grows, yeah
Right now, I'm in a molecular phase
I'm a god in the making, getting secular praise
Yuh, setting out on a race
I make a living with taste, yeah
I might just eat off your plate
I might just mess up your face
Fuck 'em up dawg

[Pre Chorus: Sherm, Abhi the Nomad]
Goal breaking, Leo Messi (Messi)
Milk money, call me young Bessie
Third world shit, bitch I'm born ready (Yup)
And I live a double life that's a young Perry (Damn)


[Chorus: Abhi the Nomad, Sherm, Abhi the Nomad & Sherm]
You could fuck around and get real messy (Real messy, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And if you cross lines we'll be real ready (Okay)

[Verse 2: Sherm, Abhi the Nomad]
Yeah I'm just a regular dude
Y'all encased in the zoo, I'm an animal too
You underground with the front face camera dudes
And snitchin' on they own ass with the money you moves
I make it both with the grace and the broke—
Ghost face in the old whip
Humble on the transportive
Duffle bag in the carry on
Long term stealth
When I die, gold soar
That I'm buried on wealth
This a game, not a business first (Sheesh)
Been have me a chain and a nice ass purse (Sheesh)
I don't need to show up, while I'm finna show work (Sheesh)
[?] showed to me a house, yeah I'm digging up dirt
I ain't fuckin' underrated, cut the shit, if you heard it, proceed to play it
For your mama, and your auntie, your uncle, I be they favorite
Your mammy, daddy, your pappy
Your bachelors out in Vegas
I know that they heard of me
And I know they ain't gon' say it


[Pre-Chorus: Abhi the Nomad]
That's okay 'cause I'm goal breaking, Leo Messi
Milk money, call it young Bessie
Third world shit, bitch I'm born ready
And I live a double life that's a young Perry

[Chorus: Abhi the Nomad]
Six feet, that's a long fall
You could fuck around and get real messy (Yeah, yeah)
[?] the Great Wall
And if you cross lines we'll be real ready

[Outro: [?], Abhi the Nomad]
First of all I'd like to be on record saying, "I fucking hate you" *laughs*
Second of all... (Uno, uno, uno)
Six f—
Second of all...
Six feet, that's a long f— (Uno, uno, uno, uno, uno, uno)