Lyrics

Verse 1 I can tell you how it feel I can tell you how it feel I can tell you how it feel I can tell you how it feel I can tell you how it feel I can tell you how it feel to levitate I can tell you when it's real it'll resonate Gotta go for the kill don't hesitate Unless you talking bout a deal, make the devil wait Make em' pay for a meal like you never ate Holy holy Holyfield, I'm a heavyweight Yeah they bite what they hear, but I never hate Cause it's flattery everytime they emulate How could I complain when there's food up on my dinner plate Been broke, but dog Imma get it straight Doing shows up and down the interstate I just need to breathe, I just need to ventilate Like I was fabulous, on a bus but I'm glad it's not an ambulance I chose the life I can handle this, nowadays everyone an analyst You got a podcast homie, you a panelist, I know you love to tell your friends you're not a fan of this Just for attention, just for the mentions, goddamn it's so scandalous I don't wanna be a twitter troll, kept it fundamental dog, stick to the pick and roll Get money, fuck bitches Duece Bigalow, Bo Riddick flow, how can they ridicule When I turned residue to residuals, when I brought it out my mind to the physical Big picture, your vision too miniscule, a weight I gotta carry the shit's too pivotal Chorus I don't know what I got, but I know it's a lot Lot better than nothing nothing, lot better than nothing I don't know what I got, but I know it's a lot Lot better than nothing nothing, lot better than Verse 2 Can't see glass ceilings, that's why shit's so hard Doubters waiting with their dicks on hard Staring, hoping that you tip your cards Make sure you're dealing, keep your click on guard Cause even players got feelings, even killers got hearts But you gotta hide it all when you swimming with the sharks Most teams got undercover narcs, lil bergs play the wall those are undercover marks These crews be doomed from the start, don't do it less the sums way greater than the parts Keep your ears to the street, not your eyes to the chart Cause you'll never hit shit with your car in park Never get lit and it's all your fault, and it's all your fault Make a pillar in the game out of all this salt, all this salt We reaching biblical proportions, too many sons I need clinical abortions The world's filled with my pretty little orphans They all wanna ball, Billy Corgan, Jewish but I take em' to church so cue the organs Still no whip, but my new chick foreign, she wanna chill but this shit's too important Performing, recording, every night another flight that I'm boarding Lil' flip Murray, I been rapping and scoring Even when I miss and the whole world pissed, it's alright, I know it'll be better in the morning