Do You Feel Me? Lyrics

Family fuckin up my mental

Bitch my gang do better

Keep me in my own flow

Yea they push me

Makin all this cheddar

Feather Weight Niggas

Can't get it up off they chest

When they try to press

Niggas pick a blick up

'Fore they run them hands

Bandz fallin out they pocket

Pick 'em up

Ooh he stealin

Bitch it's like I'm Lil Rob

Doodle Bob bitches

Speaking gibberish

I can't understand

I be up on Mars

Murder scene I'm boutta to kill again

Cock the burner

Bout to

Ima big dog triple DDD east side hater

If you catching up to me you better not be spilling

Cause I got the music flowing

Drugs flowing in my veins

Life ain't great but can't complain

Fucking bitches like the last day yesterday

Cause I'm just trying to have fun til I hit the grave

But all you fuckers in my way

Never hear me out and ask for the bang

Id rather turn out and hit your fucking face

Chartin makin numbers

Gettin somewhere

Is you like that

Countin cash

Flipping over bands

Is you like that

Skirt in the Benz bulletproof rims

Nah is you like that

Bodies droppin when it's mafia

Yea I like that

Run it up

Super DNA

You ain't like that

Stylin

Don't even try to be

Cause you ain't like that

Blasphemy

Niggas ain't half of me

Yea you ain't like that

Tired of me

They fuckin tired of me

I kinda like that

So deep in all this mafia shit

I'm feeling like I'm Mobb Deep

Threatening all these players

No I don't hear a single peep

Having all I want at a press of a button

Hear the

Cause my brother and codeine is all I really need

Cause I'm like that!

Choppa banging

Player hating

Nah I can't get enough

Til I see the respect level going up

Level up!

Growing my collection of useless bling

Too many cars and yeah I don't have fucking theme

I'll have to hide the body

Prolly Dump them niggas

Off at deep creek

I been tied to Danger

Everytime these rats pop out and see me

And I ain't a lawyer

But you know my bible what I swear by

But I still let the choppa do the singin

I let them birds fly

Cold mother fuckas

We brothas

I pull the slide back

I pop an opp

Hit him in his eye

He cant get his time back

I did it wit my Rolli on

Just so they know what mode we on

I'm knowin that it won't be long

'Fore everybody know this song

Chartin makin numbers

Gettin somewhere

Is you like that

Countin cash

Flipping over bands

Is you like that

Skirt in the Benz bulletproof rims

Nah is you like that

Bodies droppin when it's mafia

Yea I like that

Run it up

Super DNA

You ain't like that

Stylin

Don't even try to be

Cause you ain't like that

Blasphemy

Niggas ain't half of me

Yea you ain't like that

Tired of me

They fuckin tired of me

I kinda like that