YOU FEEL ME

You feel me, God didn't make it easy Had no brass in the bank but still found a way

To treck up Ealing Came back late in the evening, felt my bed

Need Z's, I'm sleeping Need me a sweet one, that gets that I've gone

Through trauma

Bro got slapped for sleeping, wake up cos the

Job ain't done Bro was talking too much to the pigs, I'm like

G, that's all wrong Sometimes gotta be selfish, more time is just

Not worth it Can't be giving respect, must be blind, can't

See how you earned it Girl told me she don't like head, I can't