How Does It Feel - Kamaiyah Written by:K. Johnson/Clarence Thomas
It was me joey b and coc*ine James on the o Same clique same friends never change on my folks You know hot boys here got them thanks for the low Wise pull up straight swings switching lanes on a hoe All this money in the world it's a shame to go broke Everybody got dreams some just aiming 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 sh*t 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 sh*t it's Kamaiyah Aw sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t it's Kamaiyah Aw sh*t please retire Hot girl set the city on fire I've been broke all my life Now wonder