Chords for How Does It Feel?

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Hey, Mr.
Venice.
[Eb] [F] Uh-huh. _
[C] [Gm] Yo, hola.
[E] [Dm] Billionaire Club muchacho, assorted flavors in these salatos.
Inspire young minds to stack my nachos with the right determination of a vato.
Run across the border with bricks in his poncho.
Face like a shot when he bust my [Eb] blockhole.
Plenty of [F] these things so I can't even get a shot.
I'ma keep it up until I die when the Holy [Cm] Father hand me my wings.
When I was young, go to T-T [Dm]-30 stand where we train.
Giving me music like drugs in the hand of a fiend.
They shoot it up.
See me on the TV.
The cuties, they wanna flop.
Both [Gb] presidents of this plus, they cook it [D] up.
Got more pics in the zip.
Who want enough?
I can go back in time.
You can judge [Eb] Ido.
With my [F] minute repeater, I know you thinking [Cm] Nido.
It repeats the minutes.
Something like a [D] TiVo, but it's 300,000 more with no remote.
Check it with Lorraine.
I used to deal with Tito, but he clowned me and told me that my money's Fritos.
Now the Enzo doors go up like a Dilo.
Rihanna, same song sung by my man Nigo.
That's a law.
When the doors go up, [Eb] it's like a fresh [F]-ailed jaw.
Nigga, we [Gm] boss.
He shall not get hot.
He too [D] frost.
My nigga, close your eyes.
Just picture yourself just holding pies.
Implement a plan and your shoulder rise.
Best promised by the man that controls the skies.
See, I know that shit's so ill.
Better yet, Belty, just tell me how you [Eb] feel.
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[C] [Gm] How you feel, dog?
[Dm] We just picture thinking, dreaming, [Am] scheming, bleeding, reading.
All of them late nights, shaking, [Dm] boiling, lacing, baking, shaping, shaving.
[Am] Gotta get this cake right.
As I serve it, you just burn it.
Breathe it, learn it.
Now, watch me [Eb] take flight.
[F] My nigga, how [Cm] does it feel?
Ha ha.
[D] Yes, sir.
Nigga, you don't know me.
I'm Paul Howard, you Paul Horny, Paul Holy.
First trick on the ramp is to rock and roll it.
Keep one [Gb] on my stack with a new [D] prochromy.
If it reached me to mention that I've been bitten, but it forced me to chuckle at what critics have written.
[Eb] P-Dress is [F] insane, but it's music in [Cm] Maya.
Ask Anna Wintour from Vogue and that's [D] Squire.
And Vanity Fair, you like Kennedy, yeah, but you should guess who's in the insanity chair.
Now it ain't about what I want.
Still coming through my life like it's drugstore porn.
It's one thing to say that you did it.
It's one thing to lie about the [Eb] digits.
It's [F] one thing to say that you're [Cm] living.
It's another for you fuckers to [D] admit.
But I admit I got all this paper, plus the prettiest faces that's offered by nature.
Driver, paper, excuse me, Casper.
Wanna meet him in my house, I got space like NASA.
It'll make me happier by a selfish stater.
I like my sister Stace when she lost her [Eb] papper.
A bin [F] dag getting a stroke and nothing to trap [D] her.
John [Cm] could do with seronic but true.
[D] A man dies, baby born as fair as Peru.
It's a simple clue between us and impostors.
We hop in the air and don't care what it cost us.
Now I'm with NERD with a pit full of marshes.
I guess you could say that we fly like saucers.
Zapping at niggas with class and that [Eb] vigor.
The cash [F] and crash whippers, the thrash and mad [C] gripper.
Go ahead and say it.
You a rapping ass [D] nigga.
My nigga, close your eyes.
Just picture yourself just holding pies.
Inflame the plan and your shoulders rise.
Best promise by [E] the man that controls the [D] skies.
See, I know that shit's so ill.
Better yet, doggy, just tell me how you [Eb] feel.
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[Cm] How you feel, dog?
[D] We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, bleeding, reading.
All in the late night, shaking, boiling, lacing, baking, shaping, shaving.
Gotta get this cake right as I serve it.
You just burn it, breathe it, learn it.
Now watch it take [Eb] flight.
[F] My nigga, how [Cm] does it feel? Huh?
[D] It hurts.
Nigga, you don't know me. _ _ _ _ _
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