[Verse 1: Mitch]
Hey, uh oh
Alright, I started as a problem
Turned into a test
They hate what they can't understand
And [dupe they can't the rest?]
I know, I see 'em try to mimic me
Better try to get to me
And if they can't do either, they probably wanna get rid of me
I'm swervin' on these haters
Swervin' on these bitches
All I hear's applause for me and all you get is crickets
Maybe you don't get it, maybe I should explain
The crowd is cheering for me; they don't even know your name
What a shame, what a shame
Your momma isn't even proud of you
What you know 'bout making it when everybody doubted you?
Oh, you rhyme like this-and-that
Oh, you sound like such-and-such
I just got a question though
Who told you I give a fuck?
Giving daps to the up-and-comers, I'm coming too
My back's against the wall, my only choice is make a move
Write these songs and these hooks, perform 'em for the crowd
And every single night, I'll have a [?] and a loud
[Chorus: Mitch & Abstract]
Let me tell you how it feel (Yeah)
To know that you're the shit
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me (Ha)
Even though I'm still a kid (Cali Knox)
They're telling me I'm it
And I have to agree
'Cause anywhere I look, I don't see anyone like me
Let me tell you how it feels
How it feels, how it feels
To know that you're the baddest motherfucker, man, for real (Yeah)
How it feels, how it feels
How it feels (For real)
To know that you're the baddest motherfucker, man, for real
How it feels

[Verse 2: Abstract]
All cards on the table (Table)
Most these kids ain't able (Able)
Like HBO, my life's a movie so my show she watch like cable
Walk inside, heads spin like dreidels
Shit's a [?], you stories fable
Wondering why it's easy to tell?
Fresh out the box with no new shoe smell
Oh well, guess that you a liar
Sweet on the real, shit like Lady Gaga
But they call me sick, dope, original, real
So I got my labels without a deal
I'm just that big, tell me how that feel
They all act fake when your life so real
Don't believe in you 'til the masses appeal
Now the doubt's in their head, I'm the fastest to kill
Fastest for real, y'all know the drill
Makin' moves without a fuckin' deal
Music make 'em lose it 'cause now I'm spittin' incredible
Eatin' all these rappers, didn't know that y'all were edible
On the road to success, movin' like a shooting star
Yo, but while we're on the subject
Yo, they all know who we are
Gotten far without their approval
Things [time four?] take rapper removal
Askin' who just killed this track with Mitch
I'm the same dog that you stepped on, bitch
[Chorus: Mitch]
Let me tell you how it feel
To know that you're the shit
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me
Even though I'm still a kid
They're telling me I'm it
And I have to agree
'Cause anywhere I look, I don't see anyone like me
Let me tell you how it feels
How it feels, how it feels
To know that you're the baddest motherfucker, man, for real
How it feels, how it feels
How it feels
To know that you're the baddest motherfucker, man, for real
How it feels

Let me tell you how it feel
To know that you're the shit
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me
Even though I'm still a kid
They're telling me I'm it
And I have to agree
'Cause anywhere I look, I don't see anyone like me
Let me tell you how it feels
How it feels, how it feels
To know that you're the baddest motherfucker, man, for real
How it feels, how it feels
How it feels
To know that you're the baddest motherfucker, man, for real
How it feels