So can you tell me how's it feel?
So can you tell me how you feel?
So can you tell me how's it feel?
Say how's it feel
So can you tell me how you feel?
We just creating music
Who this?
Comin' through the front door, hit and don't miss
Wanna diss?
Now I'm teachin' the gang that class is dismissed
Then run it back, hear the crowd clap
Make it to the top and it's a wrap
Reppin' out Pittsburgh like I'm Mac
Give an opportunity, sign a contract
Ay, ay, I'm the man
Eminem, then right back to Stan
This my only way, got no other plan
Tell me that I can't, I say yes I can
Ay, say yes I can
Tryna lock in, got one big chance
Feel like 91' Horace Grant
Tryna make a rap, all they do is rant
I am on the grind, takin' what is mine
I got all the time, livin' how I rhyme
Nowadays I shine past the finish line
Girls say that I'm fine, passin' Banda dimes
Everybody knows that I'm closer to my prime
If the people say they hate it, then my fans be askin' why
Leavin' them behind, I don't got time for fakes
To be honest, me and you just don't relate
I passed them up like a year ago I'm winnin' this race
Nowadays they show me fake love, straight to my face
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Ridin' on my own wave
Every day'a a new day, my mama told me be brave
Yeah, because I got somewhere to go
Can't be f*ckin' with these hoes
Do this shit for all my bros
Yeah, yeah, like I said
Trappin' every day
Tryna make a way for my family
Do this shit for my pops
Never gonna stop
Time is tickin'
Can't be lazy, cause my chances are on the clock
Cause my chances are on the clock
Told them fake boys kick rocks
My brothers put they trust in me because they know I ain't gon' flop
I gotta shoot for greatness
This rap shit, I can't fake it
Ballin' on the court
Take that last shot, cause I'll make it
Michael Jordan, 23 watchin' on TV
Thinkin' to myself, damn, that's gotta be me
Strivin' for the better
Hustlin' any weather
My brother asked me if I'll leave him tell that nigga never
Leavin' them behind
I don't got time for fakes
To be honest, me and you just don't relate
I passed em up like a year ago
I'm winnin' this race
Nowadays, they show me fake love straight to my face
Yeah
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So can you tell me how's it feel?
So can you tell me how you feel?
So can you tell me how's it feel?
Say how's it feel
So can you tell me how you feel?
We just creating music
Who this?
Comin' through the front door, hit and don't miss
Wanna diss?
Now I'm teachin' the gang that class is dismissed
Then run it back, hear the crowd clap
Make it to the top and it's a wrap
Reppin' out Pittsburgh like I'm Mac
Give an opportunity, sign a contract
Ay, ay, I'm the man
Eminem, then right back to Stan
This my only way, got no other plan
Tell me that I can't, I say yes I can
Ay, say yes I can
Tryna lock in, got one big chance
Feel like 91' Horace Grant
Tryna make a rap, all they do is rant
I am on the grind, takin' what is mine
I got all the time, livin' how I rhyme
Nowadays I shine past the finish line
Girls say that I'm fine, passin' Banda dimes
Everybody knows that I'm closer to my prime
If the people say they hate it, then my fans be askin' why
Leavin' them behind, I don't got time for fakes
To be honest, me and you just don't relate
I passed them up like a year ago I'm winnin' this race
Nowadays they show me fake love, straight to my face
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Ridin' on my own wave
Every day'a a new day, my mama told me be brave
Yeah, because I got somewhere to go
Can't be f*ckin' with these hoes
Do this shit for all my bros
Yeah, yeah, like I said
Trappin' every day
Tryna make a way for my family
Do this shit for my pops
Never gonna stop
Time is tickin'
Can't be lazy, cause my chances are on the clock
Cause my chances are on the clock
Told them fake boys kick rocks
My brothers put they trust in me because they know I ain't gon' flop
I gotta shoot for greatness
This rap shit, I can't fake it
Ballin' on the court
Take that last shot, cause I'll make it
Michael Jordan, 23 watchin' on TV
Thinkin' to myself, damn, that's gotta be me
Strivin' for the better
Hustlin' any weather
My brother asked me if I'll leave him tell that nigga never
Leavin' them behind
I don't got time for fakes
To be honest, me and you just don't relate
I passed em up like a year ago
I'm winnin' this race
Nowadays, they show me fake love straight to my face
Yeah
So can you tell me how you feel?
So can you tell me how's it feel?
Say how's it feel
So can you tell me how you feel?
We just creating music
Who this?
Comin' through the front door, hit and don't miss
Wanna diss?
Now I'm teachin' the gang that class is dismissed
Then run it back, hear the crowd clap
Make it to the top and it's a wrap
Reppin' out Pittsburgh like I'm Mac
Give an opportunity, sign a contract
Ay, ay, I'm the man
Eminem, then right back to Stan
This my only way, got no other plan
Tell me that I can't, I say yes I can
Ay, say yes I can
Tryna lock in, got one big chance
Feel like 91' Horace Grant
Tryna make a rap, all they do is rant
I am on the grind, takin' what is mine
I got all the time, livin' how I rhyme
Nowadays I shine past the finish line
Girls say that I'm fine, passin' Banda dimes
Everybody knows that I'm closer to my prime
If the people say they hate it, then my fans be askin' why
Leavin' them behind, I don't got time for fakes
To be honest, me and you just don't relate
I passed them up like a year ago I'm winnin' this race
Nowadays they show me fake love, straight to my face
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Ridin' on my own wave
Every day'a a new day, my mama told me be brave
Yeah, because I got somewhere to go
Can't be f*ckin' with these hoes
Do this shit for all my bros
Yeah, yeah, like I said
Trappin' every day
Tryna make a way for my family
Do this shit for my pops
Never gonna stop
Time is tickin'
Can't be lazy, cause my chances are on the clock
Cause my chances are on the clock
Told them fake boys kick rocks
My brothers put they trust in me because they know I ain't gon' flop
I gotta shoot for greatness
This rap shit, I can't fake it
Ballin' on the court
Take that last shot, cause I'll make it
Michael Jordan, 23 watchin' on TV
Thinkin' to myself, damn, that's gotta be me
Strivin' for the better
Hustlin' any weather
My brother asked me if I'll leave him tell that nigga never
Leavin' them behind
I don't got time for fakes
To be honest, me and you just don't relate
I passed em up like a year ago
I'm winnin' this race
Nowadays, they show me fake love straight to my face
Yeah
Writer: Michael Banda, Jacob Hrizo
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid