What It Feel Like

[Intro: Slaine & V Knuckles]
I'm a angel in the darkness, I can see in the night (Yeah)
I don't need light (Uh-huh)
Yo, Knuckles
What's good, my dude?
You ready to kill these motherfuckers?
You already know, let's go in
Shit, haha
I'm a serpent in the wind

[Verse 1: Slaine]
It seems that my dreams and nightmares are both horrifying
Hope's always dying, ropes always tying
Choked always, I am walking in the death valley
I came back home, never shoulda left Cali
They said Hollywood probably coulda done it for me
Plus, back home, everyone was gunning for me
I live rock bottom, look at what it done to me
Critics wanna come at me, the country can't stomach me
It feels like I gotta [?] clothes and steal bikes
Instead, I rock forty-thou' crowds with a steel mic
Hit the billboard chart with a bullet, dawg
And it feels like impossible I'm pulling off
So I'ma pull it off, you don't believe me?
Shit is hard to do, I just made it look easy
I'm too greasy for TV
I put it on a CD and gave it to you hoes like a VD

[Hook: Slaine & V Knuckles]
So what it feel like?
When you ain't got nothing in this world but faded jeans and a pair of Nikes
But shootouts leave bloody pools in fair fights
And mean streets ain't no place for scared types
So what it feel like?
When your cash low and you gotta risk your freedom just to stack dough
Flying coach laying low in the back row
With your hoe stashing dope in her asshole

[Verse 2: V Knuckles]
Yeah I remember hard times, no money then
No hustle, no grind, nose runny then
No muscle, no dimes, just ugly Timbs
When I used to hide my face with a dusty brim
I was in the corner store with a slushie
When the girl I liked most stared at me with a funny grin
I was thirteen, hungry like the worst fiend
And I started drinking with my dawgs, letting purp steam
Tired of thinking that God must've cursed him
Every night, either nightmares or the worst dreams
I wasn't feeling that, I started dealing sacks
On the block posted up with the realest cats
Mom do so worry like "Where he at?"
I was making dough grow like a hairy back
I was on the dolo trynna clearly stack
I only really did school so they could hear me rap

[Hook: Slaine & V Knuckles]
So what it feel like?
When you ain't got nothing in this world but faded jeans and a pair of Nikes
But shootouts leave bloody pools in fair fights
And mean streets ain't no place for scared types
So what it feel like?
When your cash low and you gotta risk your freedom just to stack dough
Flying coach laying low in the back row
With your hoe stashing dope in her asshole

[Outro: Slaine & V Knuckles]
So what it feel like? What it feel like?
What it feel like? This is real life
This is real life, this is real life
This is real life, so what it feel like?