How Does It Feel

It was me, Joey B and Cocaine James on the O Same clique, same friends, never change on my folks You know hot boys here got them thangs for the low Wise, pull up straight, swings, switchin' lanes on a hoe All this money in the world, it's a shame to go broke Everybody got dreams, some just aimin' 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 shit, 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 shit, it's Kamaiyah Aw shit, 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 shit, 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 shit, it's Kamaiyah Aw shit, 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?