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Westside Gunn

How It Feel

 

How It Feel

(album: Flyest Nig@@ In Charge, Vol. 1 - 2020)


Yes
It's your boy Benny, man
AKA the Mayor, AKA the Mr. Wonderful and a lot more than that
What up, bruh? What up, Billy D? (What up?)
I'ma put us back where we need to be, man (Okay)
Shit (Let's go), uh, bruh

Remember track one, "Out on Bail?"
On house arrest, you was down, key was out on bail
Yeah, nigga, that was the real black blood
Caught a case and backed up, no snitching, that's love
It's what it is, it's what is was, bruh, and we still here
Written for Bobby, free Bobby, black blood, yeah
I see Gotti, what up, mami? Black blood, yeah
Six K's, three Tommys, that's up here
Welcome to the bare side, I threw a few words
The battle with you and cousin, I threw a few curves
Fucker, he can't fuck with me, you was too firm
Bruh, just do my daughter like you would do yours
Done, no problem, the choice is mine
I dumped the four, pop 'em, do more than ride
I'm coming with four choppers, all the nines
He think he crazy, he literally lost his mind
And we still in the hood with the grill and the nine tucked
And the RICO in your hood, boy, your time's up
Jesus piece shine tough, I recently fired up
The dutch, we smoking like we can't be high enough

If you a real street nigga, how it feel? (How it feel?)
Doing stick-ups just to get a dollar bill (Dollar bill)
If your grandma ain't gone, and these niggas wanna dead you
But your hammer game strong, how it feel? (How it feel?)
If you ever been to jail, let us know (Let us know)
Five in and you got a lot to go (Lot to go)
If you fiending for your mail, and the CO's keep cleaning out your cell
You don't like it, let us know (Let us know)

And when it's time for beef, tell City to bring the pump
J Long bring the AK, Left 'Chinegun a duck, whatever
It's a wrap, I gotta go nuts
Do right, know I gotta hold the biggest board up
Bitch drive, I'm in the backseat, Benny roll up
Hit the lights, when the car stop, I lift 'em both up (My nigga)
'Chinegunner and Benny like grenade and a semi
Jordan or Pippen, you can't stop me when I'm winning

I need a safe that can fill a ton
I'm eating great, tell a nigga run
He can play chase when the killers come
I take H to these niggas, uh
I blaze eight, then I send 'em, vacate when I spin a drum
Nice not the proper word
Dude got the key straight locked and turned
Spit a sixteen to a mockingbird
Spit a sixteen to anything you got, I burn
Is it clear? I'm a grizzly bear when I rock the fur
Benny in the coupe with the lights on (Lights on)
Yeah, Benny got the game in a python (Python)
Dude hot even with his ice on
Standing in the booth, Billy D, put my mic on

If you a real street nigga, how it feel? (How it feel?)
Doing stick-ups just to get a dollar bill (Dollar bill)
If your grandma ain't gone, and these niggas wanna dead you
But your hammer game strong, how it feel? (How it feel?)
If you ever been to jail, let us know (Let us know)
Five in and you got a lot to go (Lot to go)
If you fiending for your mail, and the CO's keep cleaning out your cell
You don't like it, let us know (Let us know)

done

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