How Does It Feel
Uh-huh ...
You Ready Uncle Paulie
It's about that time
How Does it Feel
Fugazi, Im Jäy-Z with acute A and the hyphon
Striking the pen is likend to lightning when I am writing
Low-key I'm Loki Thor but I'm more viking
Biggie's spirit siphoned hovering over ghost writing
My life is more enticing
While I'm wifen the model that you is liking
Olympian yeah fighting titans
Biting these ears it appears that i am Tyson
I mean the flow is so enticing
Miami Vice'n buying what you is pricing
I put up the post you double tapping and liking
We was really there you face timing and Skype'n
Addidas three striping, cocaine white'n
TMZ sighting, you complaining and griping
Proofs in the pudding while I'm providing the icing
Collecting with the left I'm counting money with the right hand
How does it feel
How does it feel
Girl, tell me how does it feel
You know this is real
You know this is real
You know this is real
You know this is real
Now Tell me how does it feel
Alpaca blotting, Frank Lucas plotting
Opportunity knocking, company stock options
Phife Dawg rocking, Mekhi Phif clocking
While you getting high, I'm making high end concoctions
Im Island hopping, detoxing the toxins
Impostures jocking, posturing, playing possum
So obnoxious, yelling at a silent auction
Show-off, I tell her hop in, chauffered in a Datsun
Chart topping, Arthur Ashe with the top-spin
Major key, each turn I got them locked in
This the hustle that Jigga said not to knock then
Illmind like Roman Ibanga and Hopsin
Let's get it popping, haters got me boxed in
Fans not copping, Khagon want me top ten
Long as victory an option, not stopping
School of hard knocks, its elementary Watson
How does it feel
How does it feel
Girl, tell me how does it feel
You know ths is real
You know this is real
You know this is real
You know this is real
Tell me how does it feel
I know ...
The Thrill was gone
Its been gone for quite a long time, but uh ...
I'm here to bring the real back
I know you feel that
Yeah, feel good dont it, feel great
It's luxury
Hold on ...
Whats that
Yeah, nah nah, Have the chauffer pick you up
Million Dollar Mannequin
Come on ...
You Ready Uncle Paulie
It's about that time
How Does it Feel
Fugazi, Im Jäy-Z with acute A and the hyphon
Striking the pen is likend to lightning when I am writing
Low-key I'm Loki Thor but I'm more viking
Biggie's spirit siphoned hovering over ghost writing
My life is more enticing
While I'm wifen the model that you is liking
Olympian yeah fighting titans
Biting these ears it appears that i am Tyson
I mean the flow is so enticing
Miami Vice'n buying what you is pricing
I put up the post you double tapping and liking
We was really there you face timing and Skype'n
Addidas three striping, cocaine white'n
TMZ sighting, you complaining and griping
Proofs in the pudding while I'm providing the icing
Collecting with the left I'm counting money with the right hand
How does it feel
How does it feel
Girl, tell me how does it feel
You know this is real
You know this is real
You know this is real
You know this is real
Now Tell me how does it feel
Alpaca blotting, Frank Lucas plotting
Opportunity knocking, company stock options
Phife Dawg rocking, Mekhi Phif clocking
While you getting high, I'm making high end concoctions
Im Island hopping, detoxing the toxins
Impostures jocking, posturing, playing possum
So obnoxious, yelling at a silent auction
Show-off, I tell her hop in, chauffered in a Datsun
Chart topping, Arthur Ashe with the top-spin
Major key, each turn I got them locked in
This the hustle that Jigga said not to knock then
Illmind like Roman Ibanga and Hopsin
Let's get it popping, haters got me boxed in
Fans not copping, Khagon want me top ten
Long as victory an option, not stopping
School of hard knocks, its elementary Watson
How does it feel
How does it feel
Girl, tell me how does it feel
You know ths is real
You know this is real
You know this is real
You know this is real
Tell me how does it feel
I know ...
The Thrill was gone
Its been gone for quite a long time, but uh ...
I'm here to bring the real back
I know you feel that
Yeah, feel good dont it, feel great
It's luxury
Hold on ...
Whats that
Yeah, nah nah, Have the chauffer pick you up
Million Dollar Mannequin
Come on ...
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Writer(s): Troy Durio
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