How Does it Feel? - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Woo, woo)

Yessir, haha, lil' Skateboard P

(Woo, woo)

Hey, Mr. Vener

(Woo, woo)

Uh-huh, yo, hola

(Woo)

[Verse 1]

Billionaire Club, muchacho

Assorted flavors in these helados

Inspire young minds, and stack my nachos

With the raw determination of a vato

Run across the border with bricks in his poncho

Face like a shot when it's bussin' my glocko

Planning these things 'til I die

When the Holy Father hand me my wings

When I was young, yo, the teacher couldn't stand when we dreamed

Giving me music like drugs in the hand of a fiend, they shoot it up

See me on the TV, the cuties, they wanna fuck

Both residential, that's plush, they couped it up

Got more hits than a zip, who want a nug'?

I can go back in time, you be Judge Ito

With my minute repeater, I know you're thinking, "Neato"

It repeats the minutes, something like your TiVo

But it's three-hundred thousand more with no remote

Jacob and Lorraine, I used to deal with Tito

But he clowned me and told me that my money's Fritos

Now the Enzo doors go up like a D-Lo

Ree-on, same song sung by my man Nigo

SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh L jar

Nigga, we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost

(Uh) Yessir

[Chorus]

My nigga, close your eyes

Just picture yourself just holdin' pies

Implement a plan and you surely rise

This promised by the man that controlled the skies

Don't you see? I know that shit so ill

Better yet, doggie, just tell me how ya feel

Haha, how you feel, dawg?

We just picture thinkin', dreamin', schemin'

Bleedin', readin', all in the late night

Shakin', boilin', lacin', bakin'

Shapin', shavin', gotta get this cake right

As I serve it, you just burn it

Breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight

Nigga, how does it feel? Haha, yessir

[Verse 2]

Nigga, you don't know me

I'm part Howard Hughes, part horny, part holy

First trick on the ramp is the rockin' rollie

Keep one on my staff with a new pro chromey

It bequeaths me to mention that I've been bitten

But affords me to chuckle at what critics have written

He dresses insane, but his music admire

Ask Anna Wintour from Vogue and Esquire

And Vanity Fair; you like Kennedy here

But you should guess who's in the insanity chair

Now it ain't about what I want

Still thumbin' through my life like it's drugstore porn

It's one thing to say that you did it

It's one thing to lie about your digits

It's one thing to say that you live it

It's another for you fuckers to admit it

But I admit I got all this paper

Plus the prettiest faces that's offered by nature

I drive a case'per, 'scuse me, Casper

Wanna meet 'em in my house, I got space like NASA

But it don't make me happier by itself, it's sadder

Or like my sister Stace when she lost her pappa

Or Ben dad gettin' a stroke, and nothin' to trap her

John could do, it's ironic but true

A man dies, baby born, it's fair as Peru

It's a simple clue between us and imposters

We hop in the air and don't care what it cost us

Now I'm with N.E.R.D. with a pit full of moshers

I guess you could say that we fly like saucers

Zappin' at niggas, we're classin' at vigor

The cash and crash whippers, the Thrasher Mag gripper

Go 'head and say it, "You a rappin' ass nigga"

Yessir

[Chorus]

My nigga, close your eyes

Just picture yourself just holdin' pies

Implement a plan and you surely rise

This promised by the man that controlled the skies

Don't you see? I know that shit so ill

Better yet, doggie, just tell me how ya feel

Haha, how you feel, dawg?

We just picture thinkin', dreamin', schemin'

Bleedin', readin', all in the late night

Shakin', boilin', lacin', bakin'

Shapin', shavin', gotta get this cake right

As I serve it, you just burn it

Breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight

Nigga, how does it feel? Haha, yessir

[Outro]

Nigga, you don't know me

(Woo, woo)