How Does It Feel - Kamaiyah

It was me, Joey B and Cocaine James on the O

Same clique, same friends, never change on my folks

You know hot boys here got them thangs for the low

Wise, pull up straight, swings, switchin' lanes on a hoe

All this money in the world, it’s a shame to go broke

Everybody got dreams, some just aimin' too low

If fame is the goal, we can’t get along

I aim to be paid, I aim to be great

Every day, all day, young and swangin' my braids

Aw shit, pop champagne 'til it break

Aw quit, ball all ways 'til we came

'Til the grave we’ll be rich, we were made to be this

Black and praised with a gift, that just can’t be dismissed

Aw shit, it’s Kamaiyah

Aw shit, please retire

Hot girl set the city on fire

I’ve been broke all my life

Now wonder

How does it feel to be rich?

How does it feel to be rich?

I done worked all my life

Now wonder

How does it feel to just live?

How does it feel to just live?

Everybody want money, want the fame and the clothes

Everybody losin' friends, people change when they grow

To be known in the game, I’ve been waiting so long

Spit fire, spit flames and I came for the throne

Told 'em once, told 'em twice, this just ain’t what they want

Their speak is excrete and they hate on the low

If hate’s all you know, your face gotta go

I aim for a change, you stagnant, the same

Every day, all day, young and swangin' my chain

Aw shit, drink champagne 'til I can’t

Aw quit, start the waves that you take

Steal our swag and our name, but you can’t be the gang

Foreign whips when we swang, BMG do our thang

Aw shit, it’s Kamaiyah

Aw shit, please retire

Hot girl set the city on fire

I’ve been broke all my life

Now wonder

How does it feel to be rich?

How does it feel to be rich?

I done worked all my life

Now wonder

How does it feel to just live?

How does it feel to just live?