Lyrics to Still Feel Me
Ness on the beat
Yeah!
Don season!
I don't know who's who no more
Fake whatever, fake friends
True story
Bitches wanna be around a nigga
Wouldn't even speak, years back
Shit crazy man
Don
Is it the love or the buzz that keep niggas around?
Take a dose of the drug just to simmer me down
Put the whole niggas up, slowly bringing you down
And you supposed to be my nigga 'til infinity, how?
Some niggas never sold drugs (nah)
Without the [?] niggas won't budge
They just get they hopes up
But I still show love, I never stunted on niggas
And I still play the buildings, get blunted with niggas
But how my back like they ain't feed you
Why you hung with them niggas?
But jump right on my dick when run into niggas
I know exactly how to humble you niggas, yeah
Yeah, I got a trick for any one of you niggas, I swear
Pocket watches looking at the bottle poppers
Run behind the diamond shoppers
Niggas dying, sick Italian, box of Rocco on my weight a
Gym class, ten bags inside the locker room
Try to join a school team, never made it on the roster
I went to court for my shooters
Not on the court playing shotta
I played defense on the block
Couldn't defend as a blocker, I was lost
Without a direction to go
Could've been breathless, through God's grace perfected a flow
I started off less than a O, how I'm supposed to survive?
Momma sent the rent through, how I'm supposed to provide?
Motions reply, tears fall from both of my eyes
This when they put that pressure on you, gotta go and reply
Can't lower my pride
I filled those applications way before called back
They just had me waiting, thoughts marinated like
Will I ever get out this hell hole? Who the hell knows
Nightmares hearing my coffin drop on my cell clothes
We was outside since Ludacris was throwing elbows
Shell toes, PS2 in grand theft codes
New class think strew because they wearing do rags
Too bad they couldn't clip my wings before I flew past
I woke up to 100 missed calls and another withdrawal
What should I quit for, I pour up and sip more
The I drift off, Granny still in church praying on that pick for
It could be worse, I could still be on that sixth floor
Putting work, then the outcome you get what you wish for
Yeah!
Don season!
I don't know who's who no more
Fake whatever, fake friends
True story
Bitches wanna be around a nigga
Wouldn't even speak, years back
Shit crazy man
Don
Is it the love or the buzz that keep niggas around?
Take a dose of the drug just to simmer me down
Put the whole niggas up, slowly bringing you down
And you supposed to be my nigga 'til infinity, how?
Some niggas never sold drugs (nah)
Without the [?] niggas won't budge
They just get they hopes up
But I still show love, I never stunted on niggas
And I still play the buildings, get blunted with niggas
But how my back like they ain't feed you
Why you hung with them niggas?
But jump right on my dick when run into niggas
I know exactly how to humble you niggas, yeah
Yeah, I got a trick for any one of you niggas, I swear
Pocket watches looking at the bottle poppers
Run behind the diamond shoppers
Niggas dying, sick Italian, box of Rocco on my weight a
Gym class, ten bags inside the locker room
Try to join a school team, never made it on the roster
I went to court for my shooters
Not on the court playing shotta
I played defense on the block
Couldn't defend as a blocker, I was lost
Without a direction to go
Could've been breathless, through God's grace perfected a flow
I started off less than a O, how I'm supposed to survive?
Momma sent the rent through, how I'm supposed to provide?
Motions reply, tears fall from both of my eyes
This when they put that pressure on you, gotta go and reply
Can't lower my pride
I filled those applications way before called back
They just had me waiting, thoughts marinated like
Will I ever get out this hell hole? Who the hell knows
Nightmares hearing my coffin drop on my cell clothes
We was outside since Ludacris was throwing elbows
Shell toes, PS2 in grand theft codes
New class think strew because they wearing do rags
Too bad they couldn't clip my wings before I flew past
I woke up to 100 missed calls and another withdrawal
What should I quit for, I pour up and sip more
The I drift off, Granny still in church praying on that pick for
It could be worse, I could still be on that sixth floor
Putting work, then the outcome you get what you wish for
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