How You Feel

[Produced by Statik Selektah] [Intro] Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright [Hook] Now you can put your glass to the sky If you got love for a nigga with the real Handy with the hand, see it ride till he die Quick to let a motherfucker know how you feel [Verse 1] Mama was working two jobs on dialysis Can't stop, won't stop All I've been thinking lately is can't flop, won't flop, don't flip But this shit is straight drop, it's gon' flip Coke in your nose, smell what I'm cooking Man there's fiends at the door cause there's dope in the flows I've been on that Santigold, shove your ho where it don't shine No .9 can save you You don't wan't the bovine, a co-sign can't make you Free-throw line, I'm going back for extras, need that And when I'm 6'5", of big boy, no 3 Stacks Tryna flip it 3 ways, 1 pack, 3 days I give you low key ways to get that off The henny got me talking crazy like I pissed that soft I never do it underhanded so it couldn't be that They'll call him overrated but it couldn't be stats That they was looking at, time I was putting in Told 'em bout The Water[s] with my wrist I was cooking crack Everything was crooked then, couldn't get straight life Rough around the edges, slicing bread with a steak knife Niggas was stressed, had to learn to finesse It was still a couple wrinkles that I needed to press It was still a cup of water that I needed to drink And it's still a couple burners that I need off my chest Never the less [Hook] Nigga you can put your hands to the sky If you got love for a nigga with the real Handy with the hand, see it ride till he die Quick to let a motherfucker now how you feel, nigga how you feel I ain't never really had to try Nigga I'm me, that's all I'm tryna be Never gave a fuck 'bout a nigga talking shit If he ain't about the action then that's all that's gon' be All it's gon' be You can put your hands to the sky If you got love for a nigga with the real Handy with the hand, see it ride till he die Quick to let a motherfucker now how you feel, nigga how you feel I ain't never really had to try Nigga I'm me, that's all I'm tryna be Never gave a fuck 'bout a nigga talking shit If he ain't about the action then that's all that's gon' be [Verse 2] Better know I mean what I say Gotta wash 'em off the medical, I dream when I'm wake Thoughts get lofty, all you niggas lines get costly Can't nobody off me, I'm awfully Sick with this shit, got the sickle cell trait You hook fam, I'm gifted No need for me to check the ballistics Y'all niggas is missing How come everybody off with the aim? I guess over saturation's just a part of the game, I'm out