How Ya Feel (feat. The Spiffz & Eldorado Red)

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