Deal With a Feelin'

Uh-huh

Yeah, Lan Constantine

Know what I mean

That's how we do

Me and Show get together

You gotta deal with that B

Know what I mean

Listen

Time and again I see I gotta vomit on men

'Cause it don't really seem that they acknowledge these gems

Give me seven days to write a whole album to press

Bet your thou' on me and triple the amount that you spent

Fear us with a fountain pen, take the feather and dip

Unless I'm out on the strip, volcano levers is Cris

Low in the clubs, bag me a roni and breeze

And if you hungry ma, my Timbs is macaroni and cheese

You know it's Milan, the same old arrogant cat

Gotta thank my pops 'cause he on to still having his stacks

Pimped in and out if state, shit, he parented that

I'm conning whitey out they cake down on Madison Ave

Now if you ain't cop my tape, I'll still embarrass your ass

**** who copped the bootleg, their fam cracked 'em in half

Like I didn't know it was Constantine

You better pardon the chief

'Cause even worse I have hot shit meal carding your seeds

'Cause I don't like, I'm 'bout start charging **** to breathe

Or paying a fee on any block they walk in Manhattan

Matter fact, pack your bags and flee off my planet

'Cause y'all mad I'm jading off and you just can't stand it

Deal with a feeling, y'all **** ain't real appealing

Street anthem got them amped, hands near the ceiling

Milano shit feeling like Soprano hits

If y'all know it, y'all **** ain't got no ends

Deal with a feeling, y'all **** ain't real appealing

Street anthem got them amped, hands near the ceiling

Milano shit feeling like Soprano hits

If y'all know it, y'all **** ain't got no ends

I lost my patience 'cause **** done lost the basics

Of rhymes and beats, that's why **** admire me

My entourage twenty deep of cats dying to eat

And they all won't mind throwing the iron to your cheek

But honestly, you could save all the wonders you tell

For all those you killed in your rhyme, you should be under the jail

Or under surveillance or how about under arraignment

'Cause when some real **** find you, you'll be under the pavement

Or under some acres, listen son I'm done with the favors

'Cause next time they come and get you, they gon' run to your neighbors

I'm just a smooth criminal looking mean with the gators

Me getting locked, I hit the judge off and wink at the bailiff

A week later, catch me wet silly and wet willies

Mommy let me catch sex feelings while she blessing the Philly

That really mean nothing to me unless you stuffing the key

Run it to DC and have them numbing the fiends

It's trouble when the D's come, you still bubbling cheese

How you think we bubble the Z's looking snuggle in minks

As long as I recoup my buzzard and double the fee

It's the all proof that you love it, so who fucking with me?

Deal with a feeling, y'all **** ain't real appealing

Street anthem got them amped, hands near the ceiling

Milano shit feeling like Soprano hits

If y'all know it, y'all **** ain't got no ends

Deal with a feeling, y'all **** ain't real appealing

Street anthem got them amped, hands near the ceiling

Milano shit feeling like Soprano hits

If y'all know it, y'all **** ain't got no ends

Stepped in the door

Long mink dragging the floor

Constantine, the man you want a part of your squad

You gotta deal with this arrogant cat, matter of fact

Shit, salute the new chief in the game and that's that