How Does it Feel?

(speaking)
Aye, Chido. I know you're playing 2k or whatever, outside the booth, but it makes more sense to apologize right here. So that you hear it. Forever. A nigga was tripping. I don't know I feel like the bigger you get the more likely egos collied or whatever, so that's it but...I'll take the L, you got it. Right here

(How does it feel)
Lately I been getting angry, losing temper, lashing out
I been coming up on realizations
What if rapping was big mistake and
I was supposed to stay in school and finish with a cap and gown
You made some money off of Pepsi, nigga ,what you mad about?
(How does it feel?)
How you think it feel when you done went from fucking blowing stacks
To all ya business bank accounts in overdraft
This ain't what we dreamed about in culdesacs
While everyone around you treat your pockets like they’re Goldman Sachs
And you don’t wanna be the one to let your momma know it’s bad
(How does it feel)
I’m feeling like my patience wearing thin
Waiting on a Good Samaritan
Tryna hang around the money trees
But niggas always getting Merrill Lynch-ed
Feeling like a nigga never wins
When shit was lit as it had ever been
Maybe I shoulda been more grateful
(How does it feel?)
How it feel when niggas steal ya laptop and ya album?
And you ain’t making any income nigga what’s the outcome?
Crying at a busted car window, "God how come?"
How come?

(Chorus)
How does it feel, How does it feel?
How do it feel, how do it feel?
How do it feel, how do it feel, when shit get real
Yeah, yeah

Niggas switchin’ cause they hopping off and on the bandwagon
Police aiming at my niggas all because their pants saggin
Running all up in your momma crib and then they ransack it
Just so they can find a couple nuggets and some damn baggies
(How does it feel?)
How it feel when your girl late?
And you just wanna tell the world "wait"
But you ain’t moving at the world’s pace
So you hit the block and you hurl weight
You’re doing wrong for the right things
You look at god at the pearl gates like: “I tried”
(How does it feel?)
How you feeling when you’re 22
And you ain’t know ing what you wanna do
You hated what you studied up in school
But you live your life following the rules
Ain't No one knowing what you’re going through
Till 12 found your body in a room
With a self inflicted bullet wound
(How does it feel?)
When you find out it's more to life
Than tryna live it like you're sorta right
By making millions ‘fore you're forty five
Up and down like a quarter pipe
Fifty fifty on the borderline
Between peace and starting up a riot
Just a Crisis in your Quarter Life

(How does it...)