How It Feel

(It is well, it is well)

Man, this shit sounds like some
Congratulations type shit, like I done made it
You know what I'm saying?
You know what they say
Sky is the limit
Tryna put one of you niggas in it
For real, see me up there
Ayy, look

Round of applause, even though I ain't complete (come on)
RIP my dawg, I lost some niggas to the streets (I swear)
I might just risk it all, and I won't settle for defeat (uh, uh)
Sorry if I missed ya call now leave a message at the beep

I told the bros get to the round table, so we can eat (come on)
Group full of thieves, only a few gone, take a seat (yeah)
I've been running to them mills, got me feeling like I'm Meek
Pick a raw bitch off the gram, and I'ma treat her like a freak (come on)

Actions louder than words, you know me I barely speak (nope)
How I'm pronouncing these words the way I do it so unique
Make them boys bend ya curb, and they'll do that shit for cheap
Like it ain't hard to touch a nigga, you ain't never out of reach (at all)

Press play and they gone spin for me
DVD (come on) use to be eating off the government
EBT (what?), now they finessing off of cash loans
PPP (yeah) you can Look me up on iPhone, to see it's me

Like, do you know how it feel? Just to make yo' mama proud
She call me her baby, but I ain't her only child (uh, uh)
We was hard-headed reckless ass jits running wild (swear)
Can't believe I made it out, it's been forever since I smiled (come on)

My niggas in the sky rooting for me, looking down (what?)
Coronavirus my name, been spreading all through the town (glow)
I did it by myself no I ain't never need a crowd (no)
If I was into drugs, we smoking oops by the pound, look

Now tell me how that sound
Now tell me how it feel (ayy, what we doing?)
We keep swinging round and round (come on)
He gon' shoot I got the wheel (ayy)
And that's just being real (what?)
A big shoutout to my shooters
He shoot from the wing ain't talking Hooters (come on)
Don't give a fuck about the past baby, I'm the future
Go type my name up, I bet I'm all over computers (come on)

And that's just from the heart, you know what I'm saying?
Speaking everything how I feel
Everything I speak on be for real, like I seen it
I feel like I made it and I ain't even there yet
Got shit up to a thousand so fast (I'm on the way, you know what I'm saying?)
(Come on man) ain't even gotta clap for me at the end either
I'm tired of playing with you niggas
'Cause you wasn't there before (too far gone)
I'm on a whole different level (you feel me?), better catch up, no mustard



Credits
Writer(s): Richard James Page, John Lang, Steven George, Robert Lee Perry
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