FEEL ME? (ft. SageFS)

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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?

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

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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"

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?