DRE DOLLASZ - How I Feel lyrics

Painstakingly Quiet The pot boils as I meet with my clients, and we speak without license Creep, so we eat in this climate But this heat won't stop rising Yo my peoples is pilots Hella baked, I delegate who is seemingly highest My deeming unbiased, out to stack cream so the team move in silence You ain't got no license You ain't got no stylin' Wanna move that green, but you ain't got those prices Slices of enemies add to the light of my legacy Plight of the density cracked Right on the left of me, "Cheffery" tight when the recipe lacks Travel to 70's half of me stays, a quarter gets high but the rest of me back Heavenly smacked This is how I feel, its so surreal how Chef could spit The vividness is ill, I sh** on tracks thats excrement Youtube Me, Google Me Who knew me? Who flew with me? All the real spitters, all the real hittas, on the real missions for the j**elry Ladies Man, Sean Connery Type of spitter that you wannabe, marijuana trees. Who put your girl right on to me? Maybe you should ask her, so many have ran threw that thing that maybe you should tax her Try and make a come up, double that and shutup Dollasz wussup with the wussup? Can't afford a cut, let alone a cup, counting change to get that lonely dutch What the f**, my situation s**s, I need more chips than Utz, I need more fifths and trucks Its ridiculous who do these b**hes lust? It's How I Feel, I'm just keepin' it real, if you dont f** with the Chef fall asleep at the wheel If you f** with the rest, then your people I k**, half empty, half full, or is it equally filled? It's How I Feel We are not one in the same league, mainly, you cannot even rhyme vaguely, Me I just k** them beats daily Namely, this one, open the rum and just sip some, open the Pauly and piff one, open the ladies I smoke and it's hazy, my music to youth is like coke to the 80's, devoted its crazy, I wrote in amazement so fall back Gettin' two broads at once, my fans know what to call that Fifth grade watching all that, from an early age I wondered where it's all at At 17 discovered the mic, it's all rap Scriptures release from my pen, pictures asleep in my head, carefully creep from the fed Pisces sun, eating his bread as retina is eerily red (ah) Im so focused, tryna get myself noticed, pulling strings violist, its farfetched I know this My bars flex atrocious, flow Carmex and lotion, I'm keepin' em smooth, lightin' em up as I'm peepin' this doob Lighted as f** as I'm eating this food, I've met many women, none as equal to you It's How I Feel baby I'm speaking the truth