Testo How You Feel - Statik Selektah feat. Mick Jenkins
Testo della canzone How You Feel (Statik Selektah feat. Mick Jenkins), tratta dall'album Lucky 7
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Now you could put your glass to the sky
If you got love for a nigga with the real
Handy with the hands, he'll ride till he die
Quick to let a motherfucker know how you feel
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 it's dope in the flows
I've been on that since a ghost
Shove your hoe where it don't shine, no nine can save you
You don't want 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", a big boy, no 3 Stacks
Tryna flip it three ways, one pack, three days
I give you lowkey ways to get that off
The Henny got me talking crazy like I pitched that soft
I never threw 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 them 'bout the waters with my wrist, I was cooking crack
Everything was crooked then, couldn't get straight like
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
Nevertheless, nigga
You could put your hands to the sky
If you got love for a nigga with the real
Handy with the hands, he'll ride till he die
Quick to let a motherfucker know 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 it's gon' be, all it's gon' be
You could put your hands to the sky
If you got love for a nigga with the real
Handy with the hands, he'll ride till he die
Quick to let a motherfucker know 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 it's gon' be
Better know I mean what I say
Gotta watch I'm off the medical, I dream when I'm 'wake
Thoughts get lofty, all you niggas lies get costly
Can't nobody off me, I'm awfully sick with this shit
Got the sickle cell trait, you hooked, 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 oversaturation just a part of the game
I'm out
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Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Patrick Baril, Anthony Markeith Reid
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