Текст песни The Prize - Felt

(What the fuck is that)
In my era we used to call it estilo
That's Spanish for style estupido
We used to be all tranquillo
Never thought I'd live to see the day you stoop this low
We grew up in the same environment
Shared the same spray paint and markers and shit
Now you looking for an early retirement
'Cause every day you hate on me you talk like a bitch
Scared the hell out you didn't I?
Sitting with ya girl on the couch watching YouTube
Couldn't even look me in the eye
Tried to play it off like "What's up my dude"
Must've forgot about me huh
I'm still from the block, I just look a little strange
Well we could talk about it bruh
Oh we could step off in the front yard and throw them thangs
You don't wanna go against me
You really wanna kick it, when push come to shove
You acting silly 'cause you miss me
And this is the way that you show me love

You need to focus those eyes on the time
And what's right, then ya life, then ya rhymes, then the prize
And I don't think you even looking at the prize
I think you killing time looking at what's mine

Some people call it swagger
I'm a little bit older so I still call it mojo
It really doesn't matter, nah
If you got it you get it and if you don't then you won't grow
I heard that they was mad at me
Do I care? No, the eagle doesn't see a scarecrow
Flashback to old strategies
'Cause you gotta be careful when these crabs in a barrel
Slow down, hit my hometown
Cats talk a lot of smack, so what's up with that
I been around the globe now, and I snuck back
Just to let you know that it was fucking flat
Come down off the jackass
You should put both feet on the ground, oh so real
You ain't built for advanced math
Just talent and voice with no social skill
This goes to too many people
If you feel offended come and get with the kid
I'm not better than you, nah I'm equal
But when I went to do it, I meant what I did

You need to focus those eyes on the time
And what's right, then ya life, then ya rhymes, then the prize
And I don't think you even looking at the prize
I think you killing time looking at what's mine
You need to focus those eyes on the time
And what's right, then ya life, then ya rhymes, then the prize
And I don't think you even looking at the prize
I think you killing time looking at what's mine

F-E-L-T, Felt, Felt, Felt