Can you tell me how it feels
How it feels when you running with the real
Can you tell me how it feels
Say it to my face, not his
Tell me how it feels
Can you tell me how it feels
Yeah, I'm here today, tomorrow
I'll be more by next year
Motherfucker come and tell me
How it feels
Tell me how it feels
You should practice a speech
When you running with the real
You ain't fuck with a leech
Oh you want a couple mill
Then I got shit to teach
Yeah, it's cool you got a girl
But she's tugging your leash
And JCO is a beast
You ain't even close to me if you ain't close to the streets
Know you want this shit for free
I should hope you don't bleed
How you asking for exclusive
When you choke on a lease
You don't know what I'm about
I don't care what you're about
Maybe stop pretending now
Sit it down and figure out
If you wanna dig a route
You can lay a cigarette
Maybe try to send a threat
Coming from the bigger mouth
That's cool with me
I'm tryna get up on a beat I produced this week
See, I record in the booth, mix and master it too
See, I know you want a feature but your new shit's weak
So like
Yeah
Can you tell me how it feels
How it feels when you running with the real
Can you tell me how it feels
Say it to my face, not his
Can you tell me how it feels
How it feels when you running with the real
Can you tell me how it feels
Say it to my face, not his
Can you tell me how it feels
How it feels when you running with the real
Can you tell me how it feels
Say it to my face, not his
Tell me how it feels
Can you tell me how it feels
Yeah, I'm here today, tomorrow
I'll be more by next year
Motherfucker come and tell me
How it feels
Yeah
Reciprocation is something that I've been waiting for
I say some names, and I'm aiming, these days I can't be bored
They should be blamed, for deflating all that I gave, of course
Across the nation, I hate it, these fakers chasing whores
Yeah, look
And that's they own plan
Think I give a fuck
Nah, I'm not they old man
And while they all chugging on the whole can
JCO stays coming up from the MO-KAN
So tell me what the fuck you think you know
Record a song, then finish it without leaving home
The heaters on, it's meaning more, I be in my zone
They claim they stick to my side, but I still be alone
So tell me what the fuck you think you know
Put out a track and then dreaming that it's about to blow
It's in the bag, not the cat, but in fact, the shower's cold
So close the door, I'm immaculate
Bitch, I cracked the code
Can you tell me how it feels
How it feels when you running with the real
Can you tell me how it feels
Say it to my face, not his
Can you tell me how it feels
How it feels when you running with the real
Can you tell me how it feels
Say it to my face, not his
Can you tell me how it feels
How it feels when you running with the real
Can you tell me how it feels
Say it to my face, not his
Tell me how it feels
Can you tell me how it feels
I'm here today, tomorrow
I'll be more by next year
Motherfucker come and tell me
How it feels