Make it big cause you can, it's what my moms told me
When she was sick, she would always tell me hold me
Life it moulds me, it puts things in my my path
Is the glass half, full or empty, they envy
Even though they don't know, what's lengthy
My problems plenty, don't own a Bently
Not even a car, no license, but silence
These haters, cause they only talking nonsense
Not since I was 22, I wrote my rhymes to
Too many beats, I'd would just chew
And spit out, without a doubt, I'm the best
Dude reppin BP, nothing like the rest
My style is meano, like a young Nino
A gifted bambino, a rapping Gambino
The game a casino, cause you see no
Winnings for a while, you still gotta smile
One day it'll pay off, I will never lay off
Not a day off, like I'm married to it bro
Never it let go, I swore an oath that I'll spit
Till my last breath, only death can separate me
RIP to my fam members that passed away
My moms, uncles, grams, and even friends
Till I meet my ends, I will make no amends
My upbringing commands, that I will blow
Up, Luv Tha Dough, for sure, competition no show
They lovin the flow, sell myself, won't do it, no
Real dudes move slow and they be quiet
Till the thing set off and becomes a riot
I don't buy it, don't pay a fee, it's free
The best things in life, like my dear wifey, I see
The future, but I hear the past, the last
6 years been hell, oh well, I smell
That the present, it's kinda pleasant
Things are looking up, it's kind of fluorescent
So I thank God, he answered my prayers
Now I'm living good, word to the players
Imma do it now not later, I rhyme greater
Than your average, I don't obey the
Rules, I do my own thang, and no I don't bang
And I don't slang, I just use slang
Other rappers useless, they should use less
Profanity and drugs, they not real thugs
Pac would be ashamed, they doing all the wrong thangs
Miss-using the name, they just so lame
But back to the song, we're soon at the finish line
I dont spit 45, my mind on a flight to Mars
I was talking bars, see it on my scars
That I am what I am, no gimmicks man
Arpad B. - How I Feel Lyrics
Arpad B. - How I Feel Lyrics
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Make it big cause you can, it's what my moms told me
When she was sick, she would always tell me hold me
Life it moulds me, it puts things in my my path
Is the glass half, full or empty, they envy
Even though they don't know, what's lengthy
My problems plenty, don't own a Bently
Not even a car, no license, but silence
These haters, cause they only talking nonsense
Not since I was 22, I wrote my rhymes to
Too many beats, I'd would just chew
And spit out, without a doubt, I'm the best
Dude reppin BP, nothing like the rest
My style is meano, like a young Nino
A gifted bambino, a rapping Gambino
The game a casino, cause you see no
Winnings for a while, you still gotta smile
One day it'll pay off, I will never lay off
Not a day off, like I'm married to it bro
Never it let go, I swore an oath that I'll spit
Till my last breath, only death can separate me
RIP to my fam members that passed away
My moms, uncles, grams, and even friends
Till I meet my ends, I will make no amends
My upbringing commands, that I will blow
Up, Luv Tha Dough, for sure, competition no show
They lovin the flow, sell myself, won't do it, no
Real dudes move slow and they be quiet
Till the thing set off and becomes a riot
I don't buy it, don't pay a fee, it's free
The best things in life, like my dear wifey, I see
The future, but I hear the past, the last
6 years been hell, oh well, I smell
That the present, it's kinda pleasant
Things are looking up, it's kind of fluorescent
So I thank God, he answered my prayers
Now I'm living good, word to the players
Imma do it now not later, I rhyme greater
Than your average, I don't obey the
Rules, I do my own thang, and no I don't bang
And I don't slang, I just use slang
Other rappers useless, they should use less
Profanity and drugs, they not real thugs
Pac would be ashamed, they doing all the wrong thangs
Miss-using the name, they just so lame
But back to the song, we're soon at the finish line
I dont spit 45, my mind on a flight to Mars
I was talking bars, see it on my scars
That I am what I am, no gimmicks man
When she was sick, she would always tell me hold me
Life it moulds me, it puts things in my my path
Is the glass half, full or empty, they envy
Even though they don't know, what's lengthy
My problems plenty, don't own a Bently
Not even a car, no license, but silence
These haters, cause they only talking nonsense
Not since I was 22, I wrote my rhymes to
Too many beats, I'd would just chew
And spit out, without a doubt, I'm the best
Dude reppin BP, nothing like the rest
My style is meano, like a young Nino
A gifted bambino, a rapping Gambino
The game a casino, cause you see no
Winnings for a while, you still gotta smile
One day it'll pay off, I will never lay off
Not a day off, like I'm married to it bro
Never it let go, I swore an oath that I'll spit
Till my last breath, only death can separate me
RIP to my fam members that passed away
My moms, uncles, grams, and even friends
Till I meet my ends, I will make no amends
My upbringing commands, that I will blow
Up, Luv Tha Dough, for sure, competition no show
They lovin the flow, sell myself, won't do it, no
Real dudes move slow and they be quiet
Till the thing set off and becomes a riot
I don't buy it, don't pay a fee, it's free
The best things in life, like my dear wifey, I see
The future, but I hear the past, the last
6 years been hell, oh well, I smell
That the present, it's kinda pleasant
Things are looking up, it's kind of fluorescent
So I thank God, he answered my prayers
Now I'm living good, word to the players
Imma do it now not later, I rhyme greater
Than your average, I don't obey the
Rules, I do my own thang, and no I don't bang
And I don't slang, I just use slang
Other rappers useless, they should use less
Profanity and drugs, they not real thugs
Pac would be ashamed, they doing all the wrong thangs
Miss-using the name, they just so lame
But back to the song, we're soon at the finish line
I dont spit 45, my mind on a flight to Mars
I was talking bars, see it on my scars
That I am what I am, no gimmicks man
Writer: Arpad Bihary
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