How It Feel

[Intro: Kutter]

Yeah, yeah

Stand up, niggas (Stand up, niggas)

It is what it is, man

The Mayor's back

Two Chain Bennymane (What up?)

It's your boy Superstar Kutter (Y'all know who I am)

Homicide Kannon (Yeah)

Westside Gunn

[Verse 1: Kutter]

I hear these broke niggas talkin' 'bout how they on the grind

On the block with a bundle of dimes, listen (Haha)

In the trunk, I got a bundle of pies

I'm young and stuntastic like Lovie in his prime (What up?)

Yeah, I'm well respected, but still I lug a nine

They don't violate often, but a nigga might try

Every now and then, but the nigga gotta die

Have his mom like Jada, runnin' 'round, askin', "Why?"

Her oldest boy ain't here no more, he wasn't shit anyway

So it's only barely pour

But they pop bottles of Rémy when they hear this song

It's fair to say that, everybody kinda glad now that the nigga gone

I'm a young cat, but you know I been a boss

So when the war's on, I ain't gotta get involved

All I do, give a call to the homies, fill a car

Up with goons, ride out, and go kill his mom

Some of the guns are small but all of the clips is long

You can relate if you on the type of shit I'm on

I'ma be a menace on the streets 'til I'm dead and gone

I kill for nothing, you ain't even gotta piss me off

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn + Conway the Machine]

Yo, yo

Hoppin' gates with them ski masks on, relax, born marvelous

Fresh, pickin' up bricks for Escobar (Uh-huh)

And yo, it's Westside (Westside), Fendi frames in the night time

Franck Muller, swear to God that we're holding black nines

Smoke's famous in the crack spot, standin' over some glass pots

Blew his brains out with the last shot (Pah)

New Maserati cost mad guap

Black Champion hoods, we hood, posted up with the ooh-wops

Yo, I'm never gon' change, Salam, Lord, hop in the Range

Bulletproof whips because of the fame (Okay)

Ayo, scrams, look at 'em glance up

50 grand, cocaine glance

Coppin' dollars, stashin' dope on the scene

Rock a Ralph Lauren peacoat, six rolls Porsche got both keys for both

Keys on blow, flyest nigga you know (Flyest nigga you know)

Ayo, that 7:45 bangin', slangin'

Cuban stick than a motherfucker, price hangin'

Nice, ain't it? Famous, Gemstar raisin'

Choppin' the work, for half a mil', back to the basement

Yo, Supreme, universal, true Allah, true Allah

Grew up to be a drug dealer's son, shot the MAC off

Brightley with the Bentley wings, real niggas do real things

Hoppin' out of Bimmers, fuckin' with kings (Okay)

Westside Gunn's story, just star me and the fiends

Coocie made half a gram on the jeans, it's cream

Threw a piece to the lookout, I'm leavin' the block, a G in the pot

Seizing keys from your spot, squeezin' the Glock

Believe it or not, the K will have you bleedin' a lot

That new Rover I've been meanin' to cop

Flip words like work on the first search

The ghetto in the Black Phantom, see nice jewels at random, peep

German Rugers rock you to sleep, delete

Yo, Dominicans, tell Azito his cheek (Look)

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine,  Benny the Butcher]

Ayo, haze get us high (High)

K's in the ride (Ride)

Little kids get hit with strays when they fly (Fly)

Bullets don't got no names you can die (Uh-huh)

At any moment so just maintain it's a vibe (We lit)

Seen so much, see the pain in my eyes (Yeah)

Open up my heart, see the anger inside (Huh)

Niggas stay lying on wax

Like they gun go off until it's hollows up inside of his back (Yeah)

Nigga, where my iron to clap, you dying from that

Rap shit, one verse, one line it's a wrap (Uh)

Niggas say they gon clap me, fuck niggas get at me

From now on, niggas wanna shine better ask me (Cap)

Jim star bubble your face of something nasty

Watch how you looking at me when your walking past me

Fatigue suit came with the strap like Iraqis

Money ain't a thing, I'm spending change from last week

Pray to god you don't see the jump out boys (S.E Gang, nigga)

In the rear view mirror with the pump out boys

Might stick it in your face, let 'em dump out boys

When I'm hungry, Kannon make lunch out boys (Yo Listen)

[Verse 4: Benny the Butcher]

When you think of me you think of a problem

'Cause I'm young, fly, and rich

Not rich dog you thinking of Harlem

I'm a shooter for the Knicks, hit three then I lost them

Now imagine me getting beat at the garden

I could've been had 'em killed straight dumping the Glock

Could've been had a deal but I ain't fuckin' with cops, ya know

It's all good they got that up front money

I need that Lamborghini trump trunk up front money

Like Cam, I'm like, damn, I just fucked up, money (What up?)

Gain packs, straight stacks they done fucked up for me

Yeah, and everybody wanna rap like Cas

They see the neck, yes, 2 Chains rap like Fab

Man, these dudes so emotional they act like fags

So they dance around like Diddy and rap like Babs

S.E. Gang, nigga, why are you running

Like five bricks of hard so the pile of don

Papi hit me back, it's going down for like thirty bricks

P.O. on my ass, I'm going down for a dirty dick

Out of town is here, they done came for the hot wings (Uh)

I can bounce work like it came with a boxspring (Hm)

Two Chain Bennymane I'm famous, they watch me

Get knocked, it seem like the case came with The Isleys

And I ain't no rapper, I'm fucking with the strip

The game is mine, and you should start fucking with this bitch, chump

[Outro]

Yeah

It's what the fuck it is

Two Chain Bennymane

Yung Kutter

Westside Gunn

Ya boy Kannon

S.E. Gang, bang bang, motherfuckers

Told y'all it's getting real bad in '06, man

Word up

All y'all niggas that's getting y'all cheedar up

We coming to get that

Hahaha

Ski mask way, nigga