How do you really feel about it?

First of all let me feel myself/ (Hold it)

You know I'm that Im ill when I dont feel myself/

People envious but dont feel my wealth....

Green...and the colors in between/

Yes, this is it I think I like this dream/

But yet can't comprehend how a nigga so clean/

You could be too if got hooked on phonics/

Rhetoric and syntax in tact, im never wack/

But within the game they want me to bring change/

But how I'ma play without and you aint got spare change/

Cuz I aint doin shit unless my bank accounts change/

And its hard to maintain when fiend for the upper class/

Literally, you get shifted in the first class/

...Red eye flights yet I see so clear/

The horizon may be comin but Fasute never fears/

Outer body context I live in Third World/

Or persons/

It's hurting me so much, onion's all around me but you'll never see me hurl/

Instead of dive in so let me see that booty/

And ya soul is a wonderland, not like other groupies/

You like that?...I like YOU take new keys/

O the class may be C but we'll pass em/

Win the race by a hair/

But its only me dreamin', life's a nightmare/


P.S. : It's a freestyle (typed as I thought of shit) so I didnt have time to make it "fit"
And I couldnt find an instrumental