Quality - How You Feel?/SoulFood

Текст песни

What’s the deal?
Are you real?
Got the kill?
What’s the deal?
Know the real
Hold up
Niggas is tight
Got my self-worth right
Flip em on sight
If them niggas wanna fight
If she wicked for the night
Then she want me slip and slide
It was wicked on sight
Dirty Diana like sprite
Quit smoking them trees uh
Niggas know what I mean uh
Performing in same jeans uh
I gotta stick to the cheese uh
Then I’m grabbing the keys uh
Tellin' em no photos please uh
Performing over the seas uh
Nutting all over her oh shit
Where the fuck am I?
Back in effect
Ripping your contract
I’m workin don’t watch that
Still making em mad
Still in Stac
That’s where she wanted it thats where I’m at
Got damn this shit slap
This ain’t no fortune scratch
Got damn I got hits
Got damn she with the shits
I been made this shit
I’m ready so it’s lit
Got damn
Got damn I got hits
Got damn she got tits
I made this so its lit
I made it so it’s lit
Got dammit I’m lit
You gotta love this shit
For the city so we lit
(Hook)
Tell me how you feel
Tell me what’s the deal huh?
Tell me how you feel
Let me know it’s real huh?
Tell me how you feel
Baby what’s the deal
Ion care how you feel
Cause you only just a kill
Can you bounce
Can you bounce for me
Now can you bounce
Can you bounce for me
Now would you bounce
Would you bounce for me
Can you bounce for me
SoulFood
Life is so beautiful ain’t it
I wanted this forever so I gotta be patient
Damn it
What could life do for you
You could never box me in no fucking cubicle
Ever since became a producer shit done got smoother
Shit was never too much like Luther
Scary like Freddy krougar
Cats calling like cougars
See her I’ma scoop her
Hard times but I’m a trooper
Fat kid victorious
Beats are notorious
Flow so glorious
Your style is boring us
Remember they was ignoring us
Now they look forward to us
No fuss I got bars for anybody
Anybody could get bodied
Like a shotty to your body
Nose so snotty
Feel like rocky
With my rockies
Ice hockey
Puck Puck Puck
I’m stuck what the fuck
Try to take this flow
Nigga don’t press your luck
Treachery ass niggas
Death by thousand cuts
No we can’t link up
Can’t trust yah
No pressure
Young whipper snappers
Feeling extra dapper
Time to go get it now
You ghosted like Casper
Better than any rapper
No I’m not a rapper
I’m a journalist
This won’t be the last time you heard of this
My time is precious
I know I’m precious
I’m big like precious
Life too precious
You can’t press this
When I write my verses I go so beserk
When I touch the mic I know they feelings is hurt like