How You Feel Statik Selektah (Ft. Mick Jenkins)

[Produced by Statik Selektah]

[Intro]
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright

[Hook]
Now you can put your glass to the sky
If you got love for a nigga with the real
Handy with the hand, see it ride till he die
Quick to let a motherfucker know how you feel

[Verse 1]
Mama was working two jobs on dialysis
Can't stop, won't stop
All I've been thinking lately is can't flop, won't flop, don't flip
But this shit is straight drop, it's gon' flip
Coke in your nose, smell what I'm cooking
Man there's fiends at the door cause there's dope in the flows
I've been on that Santigold, shove your ho where it don't shine
No .9 can save you
You don't wan't the bovine, a co-sign can't make you
Free-throw line, I'm going back for extras, need that
And when I'm 6'5", of big boy, no 3 Stacks
Tryna flip it 3 ways, 1 pack, 3 days
I give you low key ways to get that off
The henny got me talking crazy like I pissed that soft
I never do it underhanded so it couldn't be that
They'll call him overrated but it couldn't be stats
That they was looking at, time I was putting in
Told 'em bout The Water[s] with my wrist I was cooking crack
Everything was crooked then, couldn't get straight life
Rough around the edges, slicing bread with a steak knife
Niggas was stressed, had to learn to finesse
It was still a couple wrinkles that I needed to press
It was still a cup of water that I needed to drink
And it's still a couple burners that I need off my chest
Never the less