Feeling Like the Man by Kembe X Lyrics
Ain't shit changed but mostly everything
[Hook]
Feeling like the man, fuck what anybody saying (Uh!) (x3)
Village getting tummies fed, we at anybody head (x2)
[Verse 1]
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 hits 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 its awesome to be
And I be!
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
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?
[Hook]
[Hook]
Feeling like the man, fuck what anybody saying (Uh!) (x3)
Village getting tummies fed, we at anybody head (x2)
[Verse 1]
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 hits 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 its awesome to be
And I be!
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
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?
[Hook]