How You Feeling

Nigga how you feeling
Is it natural with finesse and beget joy
Tell me what you want
Oh nigga how you feeling
We in the hood don’t expect any air
While the bullets fly
It ain’t safe at all
Nigga how you feeling
How you feeling
Nigga how you feeling
How you feeling
Nigga how you feeling

I pull up on big rims and designer clothes
Your bitch she wanna ride
This ain’t the carnival
Wake my cousin up
Cause it’s time to go
Gotta hit these streets
Gotta get this dough
Niggas had me fast tracking
I done left my phone
Now a nigga back tracking
Gotta get my phone
Ha
My wrist icy like the north pole
My nigga what are those
Is that cell phones?

Real cheese move in silence
Keep your mouth closed
Rappers up like mosquitoes
When you out ghost(?)
Since I got my own opinion
I say what I want
My nigga how you feeing
Cause I’m nonchalant

About to teach my woman
How to roll my blunts
Shit I’m about to hit my bra
Man get into something
IN the hood
They got them triggers thumping
Nigga I be in the hill
With that Hilary Duff

I been getting drawn
Like I said I would
I’m about to fall
Like I said I could
I can’t get enough
Like I said I would
She can’t get enough
And she better would

You know I got love
For the fucking hood
I used to sell drugs
But now I’m a crood
I got a conscious mind
Now I’m feeling good
I got a conscious mind
Now I’m feeling good

Nigga how you feeling
Is it natural with finesse and beget joy
Tell me what you want
Oh nigga how you feeling
We in the hood don’t expect any air
While the bullets fly
It ain’t safe at all
Nigga how you feeling
How you feeling
Nigga how you feeling
How you feeling
Nigga how you feeling

I’m in the store
With the ‘62 Chevrolet
Fuck a 9-5
Cause the hustle
Give me better pay
I got a hood fulla niggas
Trying to elevate
And only money
Would give us something
To celebrate
Now I’m about to comp a duck
In the low rider
Let it blow coast to coast
Like a Globe Trotter
NWA bread
Made my flows hotter
There go an enemy
I spot him
(gun cock)
Got him!

Get a mac 10
From the nina
Then I sag out
Cause any nigga can get it
When I spaz out

Dickies creased left pocket
With the flag out
Like MOP my whole posse
Hashed out
We have zero tolerance for
A fucked nigga
When them bitches start barking
You better duck nigga

Run the hub
You niggas don’t wanna
Fuck with us
Never take a body count
We only scrub niggas

Land of the gangs
And we real Crips
You better stop playing
Cause we will trip
Pull up no talking
Only kill shit
Keep a weapon
Cause I’m a legend
Like Will Smith
Guarantee a real nigga’s
Gonna feel this
Beef with us
It’s something you
Gotta deal with
Ain’t nobody gonna feel it
Like your momma do
Bring that drama through
We gonna show you how you do

Nigga how you feeling
Is it natural with finesse and beget joy
Tell me what you want
Oh nigga how you feeling
We in the hood don’t expect any air
While the bullets fly
It ain’t safe at all
Nigga how you feeling
How you feeling
Nigga how you feeling
How you feeling
Nigga how you feeling