Lyrics How It Feel - LPB Poody

How It Feel

Man this shit sounds like some congratulations type shit like I done made it
You know what I’m saying
You know what they say
Sky is the limit
Tryna put one of you niggas in it
For real, see me up there
Ay look
Round of applause even doe I
Ain’t complete (come on)
Rip my dawgs I lost some niggas
To the streets (I swear)
I might just risk it all and I won’t
Settle for defeat (uh uh)
Sorry if I missed ya call now leave
A message at the beep
I told the bros get to the round table
So we can eat (come on)
Group full of thieves only a few gone
Take a seat (yea)
I’ve been running to them mills got me feeling
Like I’m meek
Pick a raw bitch off the gram and I’ma
Treat her like a freak (come on)
Actions louder than words you know me
I barely speak (nope)
How I’m pronouncing these words the way
I do it so unique
Make dem boys bend ya curb and they’ll do that shit for cheap
Like it ain’t hard to touch a nigga you ain’t never out of reach (at all)
Press play and they gone spin for
Me DVD (come on)
Use to be eating off the government
EBT (what)
Now they finessing off of cash loans
PPP (yeah)
You can Look me up on iPhone to See
It’s me
Like Do you know how it feel just to make
Yo mama proud
She call me her baby but I ain’t her
Only child (uh uh)
We was hardheaded reckless ass jits
Running wild (swear)
Cant believe I made it out it’s been
Forever since I smiled (come on)
My niggas in the sky rooting for me
Looking down (what)
Corona virus my name been spreading
All through the town (glou)
Did it by myself no ion never need
A crowd
If I was into drugs we smoking oops
By the pound (look)
Now tell me how that sound
Now tell me how it feel (ay what we doing)
We keep swinging round and round (come on)
He gone shoot I got the wheel (ay)
That’s just being real (what)
A big shoutout to my shooter
He shoot from the wing ain’t talking hooters (come on)
Don’t give a fucc about the past baby I’m the future
Go type my name up I bet I’m all over computers (come on)
And that’s just from the heart you know what I’m saying
Everything I speak on how I feel
Everything I speak on be for real
Like I seen it
But I ain’t even there yet
Right there in front of me
Got shit up to a thousand so fast (I'm on the way)
(Come on man) Ain’t even gotta clap for me at the end either
I’m tired of playing with you niggas
Cause you wasn’t there before (too far gone)
I’m on a whole different level
Better catch up, no mustard