What It Feels Like

And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) Look, the only reason I survive 'cause a nigga is special, first You get successful, then it get stressful, thirst Niggas gon' test you, see what your texture's worth Diamonds and pipes, one of 'em pressure bursts Street nigga, still I get checks, in spurts I'm from Peach but before I get pressed, I murk Better days pray for but expectin' worse At this level, bullshit, I'm just less concerned Cruisin' in thе 6, lookin' at the proceeds of rap music on my wrist Drop another mixtape, my shit boomin' out this bitch Young Malcolm, I'm thе leader of this movement out this bitch, look And this is what it feels like (feels like) Reach a level, make you question, "Is it real life?" All the weed good, all the pussy real tight And the only rule, keep your dollar bills right And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) Scorpion bricks, way before Aubrey's double disc .40 on my lap, clap, sound like 40 did the mix Filtered bass, sift coke like a Michelin star chef Chef kiss to my wrist, I go dummy with my left IRS on my dick tryna audit all my checks, too late You know they hate when you become more than they expect You let them crackers storm your Capitol, put they feet up on your desk And yet you talkin' tough to me, I lost all my little respect I'm sellin' weed in the open, bringin' folks home from the feds I know that payback's gon' be mean, I'm savin' all my little bread Pray for me, y'all, one day I'ma have to pay for these thoughts Real niggas is extinct, it ain't safe for me, my dawg They killin' niggas in they own hoods, that make sense to you at all? You burnt your bridge to the other side, you know you can't swim across Y'all know niggas can't swim, they fried Mike after he died Y'all know niggas can't win, you never land, all jokes aside I arrived on the day Fred Hampton got mur-, hol' up Assassinated, just to clarify further What y'all gave birth is the chairman mixed with Jeff Fort Big stepper on that jet with my legs crossed (uh, uh) Black stones on my neck, y'all can't kill Christ (uh) Black messiah is what I feel like (woo) Shit ain't gonna stop 'cause y'all spilled blood We gon' turn up even more since y'all kill cuz And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) As it fuckin' should And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) Feels so fuckin' good And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like) Feels so fuckin' good And this is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)