How You Feel? (feat. King Max & Metaphor)

Is this the chef?

How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
Caught a body with this drip, I dress to kill
Yeah they dig the way I flex without a drill
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
Caught a body with this drip, I dress to kill
Yeah they dig the way I flex without a drill

My eyes hurting I'm on pills
Now you fading cause you black
Tryna kill me when I'm rich
All these girls man I respect with no beef
Now they wanna suck my woo
With no teeth
Mad hos don't get paid
They just wanna meditate
Now I'm running on my race
I just broke up with my girl
Last night everybody in my dm with a lot of questions like
What the fuck you do
I'm just being cool
I'm just dealing with my adolescence
Stuck up in the dark with my ex
She been calling every day
I don't feel the same way
Why you tripping now you
I thought I had you all along
Bitch you never my type now you off my mind
Now I'm Switching lanes in my race car
They just wanna be apart
I don't like your songs
I'm just being honest
I can never see your future balling
Why you making all these noises
Music is ain't easy unless I say so
Why you bother my niggah

How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
Caught a body with this drip, I dress to kill
Yeah they dig the way I flex without a drill
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
Caught a body with this drip, I dress to kill
Yeah they dig the way I flex without a drill

So let me tell you how I feel
I just wanna sit on 20 mil
I hate when I'm broke
And I can't afford a meal
Caught a body then I dip
Imma murderer dress to kill
Double cup I take a sip
Ama addicted to this drip
How you feel?
I don't even know
How you feel?
That DiiVinci crack the code
He the bro any problems let me know
I pursue any mission I got goals
Is it really what you want
If you snitching put a bullet in your skull
Let it flow
Sipping slow
While I think about the problems I can't solve
How you feel when I host a turn-up
You don't even show
How you feel
How you feel Yeah

Cocinero cooking on these pots and pans and pantries
Curve em like I'm Beckham 'cause I like my women spicy
Metaphor Max
Speaking facts
Where the stack?
Pass it back
This a rap
That's a rap
Or that's a wrap nigga

How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
Caught a body with this drip, I dress to kill
Yeah they dig the way I flex without a drill
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
Caught a body with this drip, I dress to kill
Yeah they dig the way I flex without a drill

Mmmmm El Cocinero



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Malema
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