How You Feel?/SoulFood - Quality

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