I watch for the devil, that's literally damn true
Until he gotchu ain't no tellin' what he can do
n I'm a turkey but bitch I go Ham too
That's why the flow raw like McMahon n the damn crew
Ay time tickin', slowly droppin' sand through
They tryin' stick a mother fucker, camp food
So I just clean off the top with no shampoo
And just thank God for anything he can do
Don't let'em do it to ya, don't let'em carry you
N let the haters dig, but never bury you
N if they actin' new, it's cuz it's very true
Real friends are like trustable bitches, very few!
It's so real any realer you could touch it
Wanna have a conversation let's bust it
You can talk about money, life, bitches, cars and what's next
And if you talked about me you never changed subjects

CHORUS:
IIIIII'm Hooked on the feel just take a look at me this is whatcha call real
(What up, What up, What up, What up)
IIIIII got it on lock just take a look at me this is never go stop
(What up, What up, What up, What up)

These mother fuckers wanna make me a meal, but please
take me for, anything but stupid!
Stupid mother fuckers wanna play me wrong
Wanna, Hate on me first then replay each song
Yall so down on yaself that ya faith be gone
I'm so tired of these rappers bout to make me yawn
Muh fucka I'm like Jay (Jay Z) meets Sean (Diddy)
Meets Eminem and Yall can check that like when King meets pawn
Yall ain't never did nothin' tuh have cops pursue
You ain't never watch the cops while the cops watch you
Back when court FEES cost ME like straight up two
Just paid the light bill rather of got me shoes
Two years from now, I'll forget what hungry meant
Won't be countin' how much is left after I spent!
But it's nothin' tuh me when I got yall riled up
N I'm crashin' them bitches like a 30 car pile up

CHORUS:
IIIIII'm Hooked on the feel just take a look at me this is whatcha call real
(What up, What up, What up, What up)
IIIIII got it on lock just take a look at me this is never go stop
(What up, What up, What up, What up)

You want that real talk shit? Here it is where it move
Felonies got me feelin' like I'm destined tuh lose
Man ya legs couldn't take half a day in mines dude
You'd go back to your life thankin' God for ya shoes
Like damn howd he win?
I'll tell ya like I'ma tell these mother fuckers all when I do it again!
I been in the lab for weeks NO SLEEP
I been through, literally like 10,000 beats
While yall was on them games typin' in them cheats
Spendin' so much time tryin' tuh get in them cheeks
I was here writin' bars then I wrot'em again
Thinkin' damn, look where I coulda been cuz I been
Bang Banged up been stabbed 40 plus fights
Banned from properties don't look at me wrong type
Suspensions, detentions, truency slips
I'm the same mother fucker I ain't never changed shit cuz

IIIIII'm Hooked on the feel just take a look at me this is what you call real
WHAT UP! WHAT UP, WHAT UP, WHAT UP!


By: Raphael Vasconcelos