How It Feel

Lyrics

[Intro] (Dabi, you'll make 'em proud) (Enot cookin' up, boy) [Chorus: Toure] Deep inside the Ville, I′m from Callowhill sometimes I'm deep inside the hills though, you don′t know how it feel I got open scars that they promised me'll heal Make me go load up and kill, shit I don't know how to chill Said I don′t know how to chill Imagine me without this shit, I don′t know how it feel You don't know what I know, this shit′ll hurt your eyes though They say it's like Chicago Some many niggas got killed, that shit′ll hurt your pride though [Verse 1: Toure & Kur] Some of my niggas got wheeled, they don't know how to drive though Gotta fight or take a deal, nigga you know how it gotta go I know some niggas that got caught slippin' first and made it slide though I guarantee you we gonna do you worst whenever I go Them killers go wherevеr I go and you know like I know You say you wanna slide but I can see it in your eyеs though And I know you lying though, these hoes′ll get you lined up Knew what it was when you signed up Shit stop me when I'm lyin' though Don't trust these hoes, you know they too fake You gon die tryna pick, you can′t be two-faced Miss them niggas that I slide with but they got new cases Got my mask whenever I pop out like I got two faces And we been slimin' shit since school days Was probably at my best at like 11, shit like Cool Greys That′s when we had cool grades Back when we was braggin' bout them B's, it was school grades Now it′s VVs, you can't tell me we ain′t the new wave Ran up a bag Man, I been humble with this shit, now I can brag (Dabi, you'll make 'em proud) You don't know how many times I finished last You don′t know how many ways we made Top Ramen, that shit sad (Enot cookin' up, boy) I know I ran it up this time, sometime the timing was just bad (Real talk) [Verse 2: Kur & Toure] I had to lose myself to find myself, I prayed to God it helped I used to play the phone, I want designer shoes, designer belts Telling mom she wrong because she high but me I'm high myself I done pushed people away that tried to help, this pride I held Lotta cash, Prada bags, livin' fast bouta crash Grabbin' halves, it was gas, let the past be the past Said this shot would be my last, dumped again, I got it back With this pen I got a bag, lost my friends, it left me sad Need a Benz, a paper tag, I go get it, hate to ask I'm committed, ain′t no slack, I′m the realest, ain't no cap I want millions, they get lapped, you get killed cause this ain′t that You ain't felt cause you can′t rap, you ain't built so just relax I put Vernon on the map Kur and Toure should do a track (Dabi, you'll make 'em proud) Say no more and that was that, I'ma, damn (Let's go) Say no more and that was that, I'ma floor it in this cat (Enot cookin' up, boy) Kur and Toure should do a track and that was that That city shit, earned the spot I got, ain′t nobody give me shit or gave me shit Niggas had a plate first, ain't save me shit I'm Mount Rushmore in the city, spit it′s fuck the famous shit Feel like you solid if we locked in, fuck the entertainment shit [Chorus: Toure] Deep inside the Ville, I′m from Callowhill sometimes I'm deep inside the hills though, you don′t know how it feel I got open scars that they promised me'll heal Make me go load up and kill, shit I don′t know how to chill Said I don't know how to chill Imagine me without this shit, I don′t know how it feel You don't know what I know, this shit'll hurt your eyes though They say it′s like Chicago Some many niggas got killed, that shit′ll hurt your pride though