Lyrics
Aye man, you know that feeling?
When you been working your ass off
And that shit finally start paying off
Nothing like it man, nothing like it
Plan the Harvest
(Jk did the beat man)
Uh huh
Tell me how it feels
It feel good to come out on top
Straight to the billboards from the block
Does it feel for you like it feels for me? Yeah
Finally got a taste of stardom
I ain't never going back to the bottom
Yo, yeah, no
They tryna hop on the train
I got the meal ticket
And I ain't never selling out 'cause I'm built different
That ain't really love, they can keep it real with you
I ain't crip or blood but I'm always rocking Hilfiger
I been doing grown man things since a lil' ****
Ask the big homies
They don't wanna put you on when you get hungry
When I ain't have a pot to piss, **** shit on me
Now I'm big rolling
Got a lil' thick shorty, when I get horny
She gon' come through and give it to me anywhere I want it
Respect in the hood, I go anywhere I wanna
Point him out to me, show me my opponent
I'ma chew him up, spit him out
When you down, they gon' show you what they really 'bout
It was funk but they still love me in the south
Rest in peace AG, my brother from the south
Neighborhood heavy
Graduated college, still in the neighborhood heavy
I don't gotta get ready 'cause I stay ready
Like a thot hoe, in my condo
'Cause I'm bossed up, like I'm Chapo
I don't know you ****, you a John Doe
If you ain't talking 'bout the bread, what you talking for?
Rent due, tax due, and I got a car note
Bank at Chase but the checks Wells Fargo
Still I stay fresh like a Dove bar soap
Spotify doing numbers like a barcode
I don't know what you thought, baby I'm a star though
And if she on the dot, put it in her jaw bone
If I make it then we all on
Half young, fam old, Benny Blanco
Put a milli' in the couch like I'm Pablo
A safe in the wall under the Picasso
That my mob goals, yeah
And I ain't gon' front, keep shit on the real
Never broke again 'cause I know how it feel
I don't got a M, hell nah I can't chill
And I ain't going raw, don't tell me 'bout no pill bitch
I don't got much but I got a lot to lose
So I gotta wear a sock if we knocking boots
Five on the loose
I'm so busy I ain't even got no time to tie my damn shoes
Fuck
Tell me how it feels
It feel good to come out on top
Straight to the billboards from the block
Does it feel for you like it feels for me? Yeah
Finally got a taste of stardom
I ain't never going back to the bottom
Yo, yeah, no
They ain't vouch for me, I'm my own cosigner
And they gon' try to get on board when I blow by 'em
I'm in ATL with my **** Flo Rida
If you been through what I been through
You don't need a ghostwriter
Started from the bottom
They say I got hustle and I got it from my mama
Mind my own business, don't get caught up in the drama
Seen **** turn 50 just to get a dollar
Out of all these **** in the world
Why you had to creep with his partner?
Bushrod, Tavio would tell you that you trifling
Money rule the world but the loyalty is priceless
You gon' see your real friends when you in a crisis
Always knew I had a bright future like I'm psychic
Back when I was flipping in my Sidekick
Blood, sweat, and tears, lot of sacrifices
Still kept it tight like vice grips
Uh huh
Tell me how it feels
It feel good to come out on top
Straight to the billboards from the block
Does it feel for you like it feels for me? Yeah
Finally got a taste of stardom
I ain't never going back to the bottom
No
(Tell me how it feels)
I don't like to brag or nothing like that but
Man it feel good I done came up
Now I do this shit like it ain't nothing
(Tell me how it feels)
I be one taking shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Man it feel good I done came up
I get rich, I ain't never going bankrupt
(Tell me how it feels)
I can't just be spending all my money on no jewelry, I gotta invest
Man it feel good I done came up
I'm C5, baby look my name up
(Tell me how it feels)
You know, Spotify, Apple Music
TIDAL
Written by: C5
