Kei Dii - How You Feel? (feat. Metaphor & King Max) Lyrics

Is this the chef?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
Caught a body with this drip, I dress to kill
Yeah they dig the way I flex without a drill
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
Caught a body with this drip, I dress to kill
Yeah they dig the way I flex without a drill
My eyes hurting I'm on pills
Now you fading cause you black
Tryna kill me when I'm rich
All these girls man I respect with no beef
Now they wanna suck my woo
With no teeth
Mad hos don't get paid
They just wanna meditate
Now I'm running on my race
I just broke up with my girl
Last night everybody in my dm with a lot of questions like
What the f*ck you do
I'm just being cool
I'm just dealing with my adolescence
Stuck up in the dark with my ex
She been calling every day
I don't feel the same way
Why you tripping now you
I thought I had you all along
Bitch you never my type now you off my mind
Now I'm Switching lanes in my race car
They just wanna be apart
I don't like your songs
I'm just being honest
I can never see your future balling
Why you making all these noises
Music is ain't easy unless I say so
Why you bother my niggah
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
Caught a body with this drip, I dress to kill
Yeah they dig the way I flex without a drill
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
Caught a body with this drip, I dress to kill
Yeah they dig the way I flex without a drill
So let me tell you how I feel
I just wanna sit on 20 mil
I hate when I'm broke
And I can't afford a meal
Caught a body then I dip
Imma murderer dress to kill
Double cup I take a sip
Ama addicted to this drip
How you feel?
I don't even know
How you feel?
That DiiVinci crack the code
He the bro any problems let me know
I pursue any mission I got goals
Is it really what you want
If you snitching put a bullet in your skull
Let it flow
Sipping slow
While I think about the problems I can't solve
How you feel when I host a turn-up
You don't even show
How you feel
How you feel Yeah
Cocinero cooking on these pots and pans and pantries
Curve em like I'm Beckham 'cause I like my women spicy
Metaphor Max
Speaking facts
Where the stack?
Pass it back
This a rap
That's a rap
Or that's a wrap nigga
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
Caught a body with this drip, I dress to kill
Yeah they dig the way I flex without a drill
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
How You Feel?
Caught a body with this drip, I dress to kill
Yeah they dig the way I flex without a drill
Mmmmm El Cocinero