How Does It Feel

Aye man you know that feelin?
When you been workin yo ass off
And that shit start finally payin off?
Nothing like it man
Nothing like it
It feel good to come out on top
Straight to the billboards from the block, yea
Finally got a taste of stardom
I ain’t never going back to the bottom, No
They tryna hop on the train I got the meal ticket
And I ain’t never selling out cause I’m built different
That ain’t really love they can’t keep it real with ya
I ain’t crip or blood but I’m always rocking Hilfiger
I been doing grown man things since a lil n***a
Ask the big homies
They dont wanna put you on when you get hungry
When I ain’t have a pot to piss n****s shit on me
Now I’m big rollin
Got a lil thick shorty when I get horny
She gone come through and give it to me anywhere I want it
Respect in the hood I go anywhere I wanna
Point em out to me show me my opponent
I’ma chew em up spit em out
When you down they gone show you what they really bout
It was funk but they still love me in the south
Rip AyeGee my brother from the south
Neighborhood Heavy
Graduated college still in the neighborhood heavy
I don’t gotta get ready cause I stay ready
Like a thot hoe, in my condo
Cause I’m bossed up, like I’m Chapo
I dont know you n***a, you a John Doe
If you ain’t talking bout the bread what you talking for
Rent due tax due and I gotta car note
Bank at Chase but the checks Wells Fargo
Still I stay fresh like a Dove bar soap
Spotify doing numbers like a barcode
I dont know what you thought baby I’ma star tho
And if she on her DOT put it in her jaw bone
If I make it then we all ON
Hef Young, Famo, Benny Blanco
Put a milly in the couch like I’m Pablo
And Safe in the wall under the Picasso
Them my mob goals, yea (MOB)
And I ain’t gone front keep shit on the real
Never broke again cause I know how it feel
I don’t got an M hell naw I can’t chill
And I ain’t going raw don’t tell me bout no pill b***h
I don’t got much but I got a lot to lose
So I gotta wear a sock if we knocking boots
5 on the loose
I’m so busy I ain’t even got no time to tie my damn shoes
It feel good to come out on top
Straight to the billboards from the block, yea
Finally got a taste of stardom
I ain’t never going back to the bottom, No
They ain’t vouch for me I’m my own cosigner
And they gone try to get on board when I blow by em
I’m in ATL with my nigga Flo Rida
If you been through what I been through
You don’t need a ghostwriter
Started from the bottom
They say I got hustle and I got it from my momma
Mind my own business don’t get caught up in the drama
Seen n****s turn fifty just to get a dollar
Out of all these n****s in the world
Why you had to creep with his patna?
Bushrod Tavio would tell you that you triflin'
Money rule the world but the loyalty is priceless
You gone see your real friends when you in a crisis
Always knew I had a bright future like I’m psychic
Back when I was flipping up my sidekick
Blood sweat and tears lot of sacrifices
Still kept it tight vice-grips
It feel good to come out on top
Straight to the billboards from the block, yea
Finally got a taste of stardom
I ain’t never going back to the bottom, No
Man it feel good I den came up
Now I do this shit like it ain’t nothing
Man it feel good I den came up
I get rich I ain’t never going bankrupt
Man it feel good I den came up
I’m C5 baby look my name up