Tell me how ya feel, it don't take much to be real
Shit going round i swear, i guess that shit is in the air
Tell me how ya feel, tell me how ya feeling, tell me how ya feel
Tell me how ya feeling, tell me how ya feel
How ya feel lose ya chick to a player that's real
I didn't change it all i just keep it real
I never lie never ask why all the way to the top
My direction when i fly up
Real man first chase dollars and my dreams
She listen all the time cause she wanna no things
Make it happen rappin mackin or trucking
I ain't even lying ain't that something
I keep'em in check while chasin my check
Ya Gotta have Stacks on deck talkin shit
My haters can't cope my haters can't cope
4th and inches can't hope 4th and inches can't cope
For a first down intercepted touchdown
Got 15 queens wearing 15 crowns
But only 1 king when i'm in town
Tell me how ya feel, it don't take much to be real
Shit going round i swear, i guess that shit is in the air
Tell me how ya feel, tell me how ya feeling, tell me how ya feel
Tell me how ya feeling, tell me how ya feel
Why you hating i can't comprehend that
You can do the same thing just like the next man
But you play too much 2k and think it magically happens
Sorry my nigga it don't work like that
You bitches lame, it's a shame my nigga
I took my time now the change got bigger
I stayed focused now the chains got bigger
My diamonds dancing watch em change colors my nigga
Tell me how you feel tell me what's the deal
We don't fuck with fake you gotta keep it real
We be out here grinding we don't need a deal
All these niggas hating need to stop it
They don't like it when you winning but love to see you flopping
We ain't stopping acting tough and got a problem
We can solve it doing numbers dropping bangers
Taking off like I'm a rocket how you feel
Tell me how ya feel, it don't take much to be real
Shit going round i swear, i guess that shit is in the air
Tell me how ya feel, tell me how ya feeling, tell me how ya feel
Tell me how ya feeling, tell me how ya feel
Tell me how ya feel lil nigga
Ever caught a murder case had to kill lil nigga
I always been a real lil nigga
Jumped off the porch wit a bomb and a pistol
Yeah I run my city thats a fact
Ever try to mob on GOD he get wacked
Put a big sack on ya cap
Fuckin on ya bitch I know where ya live at
On ya mama i know where her crib at
Betta show ya face before ya get her kidnapped
Yeah wanna know how i feel
I feel like a boss in the hollywood hills
White bitches snortin soft damn near gave me chills
Fuck a record deal Bitch i'm worth a couple mills
BMG gang Nigga you know what it is
Shawty threw a check fresh out on appeal
Tell me how ya feel, it don't take much to be real
Shit going round i swear, i guess that shit is in the air
Tell me how ya feel, tell me how ya feeling, tell me how ya feel
Tell me how ya feeling, tell me how ya feel