How You Feel

[Produced by Statik Selektah]

[Intro]

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

[Hook]

Now you can put your glass to the sky

If you got love for a nigga with the real

Handy with the hand, see it ride till he die

Quick to let a motherfucker know how you feel

[Verse 1]

Mama was working two jobs on dialysis

Can't stop, won't stop

All I've been thinking lately is can't flop, won't flop, don't flip

But this shit is straight drop, it's gon' flip

Coke in your nose, smell what I'm cooking

Man there's fiends at the door cause there's dope in the flows

I've been on that Santigold, shove your ho where it don't shine

No .9 can save you

You don't wan't the bovine, a co-sign can't make you

Free-throw line, I'm going back for extras, need that

And when I'm 6'5", of big boy, no 3 Stacks

Tryna flip it 3 ways, 1 pack, 3 days

I give you low key ways to get that off

The henny got me talking crazy like I pissed that soft

I never do it underhanded so it couldn't be that

They'll call him overrated but it couldn't be stats

That they was looking at, time I was putting in

Told 'em bout The Water[s] with my wrist I was cooking crack

Everything was crooked then, couldn't get straight life

Rough around the edges, slicing bread with a steak knife

Niggas was stressed, had to learn to finesse

It was still a couple wrinkles that I needed to press

It was still a cup of water that I needed to drink

And it's still a couple burners that I need off my chest

Never the less

[Hook]

Nigga you can put your hands to the sky

If you got love for a nigga with the real

Handy with the hand, see it ride till he die

Quick to let a motherfucker now how you feel, nigga how you feel

I ain't never really had to try

Nigga I'm me, that's all I'm tryna be

Never gave a fuck 'bout a nigga talking shit

If he ain't about the action then that's all that's gon' be

All it's gon' be

You can put your hands to the sky

If you got love for a nigga with the real

Handy with the hand, see it ride till he die

Quick to let a motherfucker now how you feel, nigga how you feel

I ain't never really had to try

Nigga I'm me, that's all I'm tryna be

Never gave a fuck 'bout a nigga talking shit

If he ain't about the action then that's all that's gon' be

[Verse 2]

Better know I mean what I say

Gotta wash 'em off the medical, I dream when I'm wake

Thoughts get lofty, all you niggas lines get costly

Can't nobody off me, I'm awfully

Sick with this shit, got the sickle cell trait

You hook fam, I'm gifted

No need for me to check the ballistics

Y'all niggas is missing

How come everybody off with the aim?

I guess over saturation's just a part of the game, I'm out