[Intro]
(What you saying, Q?)
[Verse 1]
I been lookin' for you my whole life, an appetite
For the feeling I can barely describe, do you reside
With my niggas live, going on glides, for homicide
Or a woman's eyes, when I just slide inna the thighs
Maybe in the tithes, maybe the zoobie that gets me high 'Member thinking why, don't I try find it inna this wine
Reminisce on times, when I devised on getting Ps
Stunt on my enemies, thinkin it'd set me free
Give me the feeling, then God willin', he'd let me be
But, as you can see, still steppin' the streets
Just searching
Lost soul, I grew up with the urchins
Unnerving, never learning only earning
A road to hell that we paved with good intentions
But misguidance only meant misdirection
The misalliance in the ends we were repping
Midst of silence, left me with the one question
[Chorus]
All my South side niggas, all my South side niggas
Where's it @? Where's it @? Where's it @?
All my West side niggas, all my West side niggas
Where's it @? Where's it @? Where's it @?
All my North side niggas, all my North side niggas
Where's it @? Where's it @? Where's it @?
All my East side niggas, all my East side niggas
Where's it @? Where's it @? Where's it @?
[Verse 2]
I met a girl that said she never had the feeling
It didn't need revealing, that's just how she was feeling
Uni babe, used to stay up in Birmingham
Man eater, yuh cyant beat her, ayy, she was hurting 'em
I reasoned with her, tryna pick her mind like a choice
And she told me with clarity in voice
That she used to cat for it, gave up then doubled back on it
Try shake the monkey, but she's back on it
It being the dream of seeing more in life than finer things, Celine in Dior
And Ps spent on more, countries seen abroad
Looked hard at me, and then paused
Said she rates me, not just cos you're facey
But 'cah you got sutin that I prays that I may see
Said the music that you make is special, not 'cah it makes you shekels
But really talking on a basic level
You touch hearts, give 'em the feeling I can't find
I see you dream 'bout the money and the cars fine
But just know, most die tryna find
The rhythm inside that, makes you, kill with the rhymes
Not the music, nah, nah, the shit behind it
The shit that makes me see a clip of you and then rewind it
You say you spent your whole life tryna find it
But on your tunes, ayy, the truth, it's inside it
[Outro]
All these other niggas rap it for fashion
But in your eyes I see the grabbing of passions, nigga
And that's the real
So please keep it real
Don't ever lose the feel
'Cah that shit makes me feel
Like I find suttin real
And then the feeling was revealed
