Kembe X - Feeling Like the Man lyrics
[Kembe X - Feeling Like the Man lyrics]
Ain't shit changed but mostly everything
Feeling like the man
Fuck what anybody saying (Uh)
Village getting tummies fed
We at anybody head
We had Remy bottles, Henny bottles by the box
Bullshitting, celebrating
Watched my niggas graduate from penny stocks
Life's a mystery got us like what
The fuck is in the box? Let me guess
Bet my Camry's custom but my Bentley stock
Show no love to any Thot, nah
Boy this rap shit looking hella sweet
Rappers look like Willy Wonka
I got hit's like Willie Mays
Back-to back-to back- That's
That rapid succession
Wanna match? It's a session going down
Right now bring yo ass
Bring yo gas
And 3-4 packs (SHIT) or whatever you'll grab
Got a problem we can talk it out
We got the gift of gab because we gods
If not, shit, Gen! Grab the Smith & Wesson!
These niggas want a problem with me?
They want a problem with SQUAD, GANG
And all of they heat?
Half of my team teens and
They all on they feet
I be lit 'cus I'm enlightened
And it's awesome to be and I be!
And I was Long Beach, Hollywood, Bel-Air
Woodlawn, Stoney Island, Fulton
Soundscape, Classick, Attic ditching class
Meeting up with Sheed talking
Paths and balance got caught smoking dope in
The crib red handed
'09 I was selling nicks
Ain't make any bands
Watching everybody turn to
Wanna-be's and mini-men
Bitches résumé like 50 Cent, Many Men
Hydroponic dope I shipped across the country
Nowadays I just want Bens fuck a Uncle Sam
It's sad what the crack did to my uncles man
Mindfuck, how they set you back
And say they love you? Im more than a man
I'm rolling up grams of comatose, overdose
So much dope
I prefer a edible to being off a Xan and
Love to reminisce 'cus we did
It how we planned fuck you saying?
Feeling like the man
Fuck what anybody saying (Uh)
Village getting tummies fed
We at anybody head
We had Remy bottles, Henny bottles by the box
Bullshitting, celebrating
Watched my niggas graduate from penny stocks
Life's a mystery got us like what
The fuck is in the box? Let me guess
Bet my Camry's custom but my Bentley stock
Show no love to any Thot, nah
Boy this rap shit looking hella sweet
Rappers look like Willy Wonka
I got hit's like Willie Mays
Back-to back-to back- That's
That rapid succession
Wanna match? It's a session going down
Right now bring yo ass
Bring yo gas
And 3-4 packs (SHIT) or whatever you'll grab
Got a problem we can talk it out
We got the gift of gab because we gods
If not, shit, Gen! Grab the Smith & Wesson!
These niggas want a problem with me?
They want a problem with SQUAD, GANG
And all of they heat?
Half of my team teens and
They all on they feet
I be lit 'cus I'm enlightened
And it's awesome to be and I be!
And I was Long Beach, Hollywood, Bel-Air
Woodlawn, Stoney Island, Fulton
Soundscape, Classick, Attic ditching class
Meeting up with Sheed talking
Paths and balance got caught smoking dope in
The crib red handed
'09 I was selling nicks
Ain't make any bands
Watching everybody turn to
Wanna-be's and mini-men
Bitches résumé like 50 Cent, Many Men
Hydroponic dope I shipped across the country
Nowadays I just want Bens fuck a Uncle Sam
It's sad what the crack did to my uncles man
Mindfuck, how they set you back
And say they love you? Im more than a man
I'm rolling up grams of comatose, overdose
So much dope
I prefer a edible to being off a Xan and
Love to reminisce 'cus we did
It how we planned fuck you saying?