How you feel

Just a youngin from da stop u kno i got dem bands now

n***** hatin on me so we gotta kill yo mans now

got bout 3 hours u betta come n get yo mans now

Tell me how u feel knowing dat yo bitch in my benz

Like oh my god

who dat is

Look like dat one ni*** dat owe me sum bills

Oh naw

Blood gon spill

Tony said is bout time we go hit a drill

kno da deal

Came from Eastwood murdaworth ak da field

Yea we here

Dont come to my hood cus we shoot u in yo hip

Den we dip

Sed u wanna ride along punch u in yo lip

How u feel

Wtf u thought dis was ni*** you kid

Sed he is

Boy you cappin’, you ain’t built like this

Talkin’ crazy on the net but you ain’t in the mix

When it’s time to stand tall, you don’t exist

I’m legit

Came up hungry, now the whole team lit

Used to post on the block, now we takin’ trips

From the stoop to the stage, made a lane from grit

How you mad?

I was broke, now I’m poppin’ them tags

Used to pray for a win, now I’m poppin’ my bag

Every loss that I took, turned it into a bag

Oh you tough?

Why you freeze when the pressure get rough?

I was down bad, had to tighten it up

Now the same ones that doubt tryna line it up

No more plays

I ain’t stuck in them old dark days

Put the pain in the booth, let it echo for days

Now the crowd scream loud when they hear my name

From the field

Had to hustle, had to make it real

Eastwood nights, yeah that pain was real

Now it’s bright lights, big checks, big deals

You kid

Thought the grind was a joke we did

I was ten toes down when it all went dim

Now I shine so hard, make the whole room squint

Bands now

They like “how he get them bands now?”

Same hunger, just a bigger plan now

Same youngin’, just the man now