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FEEL ME? (ft. SageFS)
- //0:00 //
- //0:12 (Verse 1, Addario) //
- I talk to god every day, biblical broadband
- spirit of Muhammad Ali, burnt fists and charred hands
- the coke is an embodiment of me, brittle and easily scattered
- the only difference is that I ain't white, and trust me, I know, I'm all in
- //0:24 //
- the money's callin', hang up the phone, you talkin' to a demon in disguise
- just started serving funny rock like Chris, but I'll never turn the other cheek to sick lies
- I think it's time to cut ties, used to be clip on, but now the clip is off, my tour guide
- down the sketchiest block where I could draw the drac' is gone, free smoke, no more life
- //0:36 //
- core memories fading, either dementia, drug withdrawal, or a death sentence
- two Xs and the word late beside my name, separated by a hyphen, that's a death sentence
- started shipping two weeks ago, cuz money got tight, and you know I'm obedient
- so I kept doing it, even though we good now, I told myself it's temporary, I wish I didn't listen
- //0:48 //
- the fuck you mean I don't know what I'm talking 'bout? therapy doors open wide, no open house
- the fuck you mean the bag is smokin' now? air charred, no smoking mouths
- the fuck you mean the bathwater ain't holy now? enclosed space stinks, no monkey house
- the fuck you mean you ship cannoli now? all canola, no oil on the house
- //1:00 //
- the same people who said they'd be there forever left me for dead when I was struggling mentally
- living inside a capsule and there was nowhere to escape to literally
- and it was all the family could do to stay afloat, I had to do something for money
- so I started selling coke in bags on the corner, just cuz my brain is fucked up don't mean I'm a dummy
- //1:11 //
- you signed that deal with the devil, now tell me, who life is really crummy
- you got that money and got them women disheveled, but tell me, is it really lovely?
- you can do whatever it is that you want, but tell me, do you really feel free?
- you can say whatever it is that you want, tellin' me "yes", but do you really feel me?
- //1:23 //
- do you really feel me?
- I don't I don't think you feel me
- just started shipping the work, but I'm unemployed
- "put 'em on a shirt" "introspective verse" which is the real me?
- //1:35 //
- been on that white shit so long, I'm pale faced
- forced to sell it, but I'm trying to take it steps at a time, not no race
- cuz I know what'll happen to me, though I'm trying to take shit slow
- but I won't be able to stop myself from reinvesting in the coke, saving face
- //1:47 //
- is a given when you're in my position, I know I missed it ever since I first did it
- that feelin' when you on the edge, feeling invincible around some bad bitches
- it's sad bitches need mad bitches to be happy when they in this business
- instead of finding self love, they find a pornstar and shoot a movie to feel mad different
- //1:58 //
- heavy duty duffle bag, when we dump mags, we take out the trash
- dirty money like some type of disease, my decisions come rash
- they sell their souls to the flame, and act betrayed when they turn to ash
- now tell me, was it really worth it, just to get some cash?
- //2:10 (Verse 2, SageFS) //
- body bagged bitches be blowin' like Bonnie Blue
- those who say I'm like Em don't know who they talkin' to
- it'd be below me, were I to respond to you
- if you feel my flow then start lettin' yo body move
- //2:22 //
- just feel the beat, the most skilled of the chosen few
- white rappers to enter the game with open views
- and to still be unashamed in a church's pews
- cuz no matter what, you got god watching over you
- //2:34 //
- still unsigned, but better than most of these rappers out
- you'll be left in body bags, if you choose to open your mouth
- saying shit about something that you don't know shit about
- I have been through more than all these pricks who vote me out
- //2:46 //
- my mother useless, father asleep in the ground
- the city knockin' on my door want my house to tear it down
- to kick us out and force us to live on the streets
- working every day, just for sum to eat
- //2:58 //
- dealt the wrong cards I'm on the beat playing poker
- running at you with ammo that's equal to a soldier
- battlin' with the best will leave you dead and I told ya
- I'll strangle you to death if you come at me like "so what"
- //3:10 (Outro, Addario) //
- do you really feel me?
- I don't I don't think you feel me
- just started shipping the work, but I'm unemployed
- "put 'em on a shirt" "introspective verse" which is the real me?
- //3:22 //
- //3:37 //
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