HTFDYF?
What's poppin' B
(Yeah)
Uhhhh, uhhh, uh
Uhhhh, uhhh, uh
How the fuck do you feel?
How the fuck do you feel?
How the fuck do you feel?
How the fuck do you-
(How the fuck do you-)
First order of business, I gotta fly out my people (Hmm hmm hm)
Way too many fakes in my face, I can see the evils (Hmm hmm hm)
Drug addictions, bad bitches
They gotta be chose (Hmm hmm hm), see the peacoat
Black slacks, it's R.I.P. clothes
See amigos, laid back, I cock the nino
Game time, gang time, no time to reload
Handle mine, take mine, I've gotta deebo
Can't waste a minute
Rap like Yeat, I master business
But still a menace (Ohh, oh oh oh oh)
Peep my flow I got together, I'm in my bag
Too many looks, they pocket watchin', gotta hit the gas (Skrrt, skrrt)
Look back, I see the clouds, these niggas doubt
They say a nigga'd never make it, don't know what they about
Just doing what I love, hope you love it too
Needed help on how to blow up, I'm on the Tube
Told me all I gotta do is pour my emotions on a spoon
Then feed it to the bitches and niggas that love the way I move
Then hope they don't smack it out, yeah
(And then they ask me)
How the fuck do you feel?
How the fuck do you feel?
So how the fuck do you feel?
How the fuck do you feel?
How the fuck do you-
(I feel like)
I gave myself too many chances
They dislike art on my canvas
Why do I fuel on this-
(Why do I fuel on this?)
Why do I fuel on this madness
Can't stop I'm addicted to status
Think that's the devil's tactics
Pray that God save me from-
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-)
Ms. all alone trynna find her peace
She tries the beach, she cries to sleep (Don't cry)
Awww, I think she found her peace (Ahhh, ah, ah, ah)
In northern Greece, where the city sleeps
Away from all of the niggas that die
For the colors, numbers, and the blocks
Looking like little children
Runnin' round talking bout murder, stealing, drug dealing
All that gang shit retarted
Imagine dying over the neighborhood that your mama renting
You traded it all to be a street legend
Mama warned you bout the kids that play with Shinigami
Now you paid the price, your mama mourn at the lobby
Awww, that Crip turned the whole family blue
How the fuck do you feel?
(How you feel?)
How the fuck do you feel?
(How you feel?) (Ohh ohh-)
How the fuck do you-
I feel, I feel like I'm tired
Of all, these fucking biters
Countless times they told me I wasn't fire
And now, they looking higher
(Yeah)
Uhhhh, uhhh, uh
Uhhhh, uhhh, uh
How the fuck do you feel?
How the fuck do you feel?
How the fuck do you feel?
How the fuck do you-
(How the fuck do you-)
First order of business, I gotta fly out my people (Hmm hmm hm)
Way too many fakes in my face, I can see the evils (Hmm hmm hm)
Drug addictions, bad bitches
They gotta be chose (Hmm hmm hm), see the peacoat
Black slacks, it's R.I.P. clothes
See amigos, laid back, I cock the nino
Game time, gang time, no time to reload
Handle mine, take mine, I've gotta deebo
Can't waste a minute
Rap like Yeat, I master business
But still a menace (Ohh, oh oh oh oh)
Peep my flow I got together, I'm in my bag
Too many looks, they pocket watchin', gotta hit the gas (Skrrt, skrrt)
Look back, I see the clouds, these niggas doubt
They say a nigga'd never make it, don't know what they about
Just doing what I love, hope you love it too
Needed help on how to blow up, I'm on the Tube
Told me all I gotta do is pour my emotions on a spoon
Then feed it to the bitches and niggas that love the way I move
Then hope they don't smack it out, yeah
(And then they ask me)
How the fuck do you feel?
How the fuck do you feel?
So how the fuck do you feel?
How the fuck do you feel?
How the fuck do you-
(I feel like)
I gave myself too many chances
They dislike art on my canvas
Why do I fuel on this-
(Why do I fuel on this?)
Why do I fuel on this madness
Can't stop I'm addicted to status
Think that's the devil's tactics
Pray that God save me from-
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-)
Ms. all alone trynna find her peace
She tries the beach, she cries to sleep (Don't cry)
Awww, I think she found her peace (Ahhh, ah, ah, ah)
In northern Greece, where the city sleeps
Away from all of the niggas that die
For the colors, numbers, and the blocks
Looking like little children
Runnin' round talking bout murder, stealing, drug dealing
All that gang shit retarted
Imagine dying over the neighborhood that your mama renting
You traded it all to be a street legend
Mama warned you bout the kids that play with Shinigami
Now you paid the price, your mama mourn at the lobby
Awww, that Crip turned the whole family blue
How the fuck do you feel?
(How you feel?)
How the fuck do you feel?
(How you feel?) (Ohh ohh-)
How the fuck do you-
I feel, I feel like I'm tired
Of all, these fucking biters
Countless times they told me I wasn't fire
And now, they looking higher
Credits
Writer(s): Astro E, Eric Basilio
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