[Hook] Feel... When everyone's wrong You don't see any right You gotta ask "what's real?" Feel... With all of the fakes Amongst all of the snakes You gotta find what's real [Verse 1] You gotta paint it like a bo post rain When the clouds broke way And the sun hit a child like a pops that drank You feel a lot that way In order cheap thrill don't equal The feeling when the crowd vibrates It is allah's way And I feel it more than Lala's way From New York west to drive-by state We about that way If I don't feel it than I can't f**s with it I try to tell them and they just don't get it Don't get me twisted I'm all for lettuce but I be on some "where the burger at and where the bread is?" And if there isn't no one, then you best to go and get it Ain't nobody feel your hunger like you feel it Homie bed it The road is how I eat but know Brooklyn where my bed is in Though I love to travel nowhere a place I felt this [Hook] [Verse 2] You gotta feel it though Pops feel it heel to toe Just so we can feel the stove Story of the middle loaf Still a close feeling that I'm feeling so 'Til I feel as real as HOV for sickly individuals Stack those residuals So after I can build a home And I need a stove too Now I gotta fill my own Rubbing sticks, throwing stones where I'm at Rocking fitted hats, never open toes When it's hot as hell, some of y'all can feel the cold Account of all the hearts broken Holding all the hearts frozen Over open flames, try'na change, split cigars open Another real, walking through the field On some sh** that you can feel [Hook] [Outro] Message: Feel the rain pouring on you without looking for something to hide under Feel the sunrays blasting you in the face without hiding behind them s**a-a** shades Feel the pain even when it isn't yours Feel the glory even when you lost Live life 'bout how you want to, not how someone wants you to Be the only one to fill your shoes and the only one to feel them too Be used, but still feel new Nomsayin? [Hook]