Feels good

I've seen eyes after death, even last words of breath

Even if I have to go down I would try to impress,

And wonder why I'm born with success even with desert eagle

Cock it suppress

I'm hoping i confess, remember when I wrote 'This world's full

of hate like a lovely dress'

That was 'One Night' the doctors advocate, wishing I can go on

A private flight tonight

But that ain't gonna work because I don't have enough money

Now I'm stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

But I'm rapping, the only I can do, which is better than kid cudi

To him, nothing is funny, set on one thing, making his money

But I ain't the nigga who likes to study, I relate to others that's

why rap is easy to study

Ah I'm Prodigy, Not hungry for my money

But tell me if rap is similar to poetry

I have to finish this off

 

Feels Good