Oh What A Feelin'

Right handed box lefty All in a bag it's not garbage but it's hefty Don't test D Nigga flow unorthodox F*ck the cops Homie you might call your pops I probably beat his ass in high school The pen is my weapon I get busy with my tool And I'm cool No problem showing my age I take the mask off goatee will show you the grays Take the durag off it'll show you the waves Hair lined with a barber's preciseness Niggaz like they don't like this Mad at they self cuz they can't write this In the studio having a crisis If lyrics come back homie they won't like us (They won't) We already do not like you (We don't) And I'm a stay 100 to spite you Oh what a feeling From whipping the pot slinging Os to making livings Struggling to make it now we make a fucking killing Money for our children Stack it to the ceiling Oh what a feeling From whipping the pot slinging Os to making livings Struggling to make it now we make a fucking killing Money for our children Stack it to the ceiling Forever thinking bout the future Pen in my hand Not a cannon but it shoots ya A snapshot Raps not What these cats doing Microwave copycats and they might ruin The art form And that's real trife Cuz hip hop really changed my life I mean it saved my life Here's a little sage advice When you rap don't say the same things twice And that's the way we write So maybe I could do it for you Or do it for them Homie I'm a do with the pen The same thing Hendrix did with guitars I change the game like Tesla did with the cars Take something that's existing Make it much better But don't get it twisted This shit is forever Probably gotta get it stamped on your brain Cuz A&O Records back in the game Yea we at it again Oh what a feeling From whipping the pot slinging Os to making livings Struggling to make it now we make a fucking killing Money for our children Stack it to the ceiling Oh what a feeling From whipping the pot slinging Os to making livings Struggling to make it now we make a fucking killing Money for our children Stack it to the ceiling Impeccable timing Rhyming's like mining Dive and you will find The kind that's truly blinding Shining through the mind's of fools Nigga I don't rhyme for you Please I ain't worried bout your raps I'm trying to keep my soul clean worried bout all that I'm trying to elevate Cuz heaven is coming I gotta make a date The money is calling and I ain't never late The shit is full circle I gotta make it straight I gotta get a plate Niggaz looking all lost like a boy in the manger Test the wrong dudes no way to smell danger (It's too late) So put your lyrics on a hanger I be in the lab making banger after banger (What you said?) So put your lyrics on a hanger I be in the lab making banger after banger Oh what a feeling From whipping the pot slinging Os to making livings Struggling to make it now we make a fucking killing Money for our children Stack it to the ceiling Oh what a feeling From whipping the pot slinging Os to making livings Struggling to make it now we make a fucking killing Money for our children Stack it to the ceiling Oh what a feeling To make a livin Now we make a fuckin killin Oh what a feeling Oh what a feeling Oh what a feeling