Feel Me - Retch

I’m coolin with Cap!

Yah

I’m saying, it’s like, the thing is

The reason why we different is cause, we really been through it,

we really live it, you know what I’m saying?

The world keeps spinning, ya know what I’m saying?

Niggas keep sinning, you know how this shit gonna go

It’s hard to win from losing, ya feel me

Aye, Fastmoney

The shit that I did to you wasn’t on purpose

The letters in jail that you’ve written in cursive

Knowing damn well you could have just called me

Instead you went and outed our business in public

Thought about calling and spazzing, then I was thinking like fuck it

Ain’t bout to beef over dumb shit, but put a bitch in her feelings

I’m bout to run off with millions

Buy me some cribs and some buildings

Stack all this shit for my children

Whether it came off the hustle or come off the muscle, basically they ain’t

ever gonna struggle, I put that shit on my heart

I put that shit there on God, push start in all of these cars

I drop the top, all I hear is the sound of the ocean

Ain’t even pull out the driveway, M6 is built like it flowin

Fool cause I want some more

She fall asleep to the sound of the waves crashing right next to shore

Can’t fall in love with no whore

I was just right there on Auburn just servin' the raw

It’s so much shit that I saw

It’s so much shit that I’ve done

I got to ride with the gun

Try me, no I’m not the one

Shoot up the block just for fun

We just spent a nigga cause them pussies tried to kill me

You ain’t never shoot it out, you probably wouldn’t feel me

Never trappin out your house, you probably wouldn’t feel me

All I talk is facts, I’m just giving you the real me

Never sold no crack, then you probably wouldn’t feel me

You ain’t flip no packs, then you probably wouldn’t feel me

Fuckin' dimes inside your trap, you probably wouldn’t feel me

They shot, you ain’t shoot back, then you probably wouldn’t feel me

I had my momma by that work that I’m servin'

Tried to get better but nobody perfect

Can’t please everybody, this shit never worth it

These niggas say they have you, ain’t got you

Nigga you runnin', say nigga they shot you

The streets they get wicked, I ride with a Smith’n'

Shoot you myself, man I don’t need no witness

I do it myself, bitch I handle my business

Most of these niggas be bitches

Talkin' that tough shit on Twitter

They tryna get me indicted

Time that he livin' on borrowed

We screamin free all the opps

Cause this shit really be getting boring

Might shoot it out with my producer

I got the strap in the booth, I’m recording

I play the stu' till like 8 in the morning

Jumped in the wraith and escape, n I’m pourin

No I ain’t poppin no molly, but I take perkys and acid and syrup

All in my body

Ain’t got nobody the codeine got me when I need somebody

Be out the way, cause my niggas don’t play

Niggas just thievin' somebody

Put that on god, got it on in the booth here beside me

Nigga my niggas, he caught a body

We just spent a nigga cause them pussies tried to kill me

You ain’t never shoot it out, you probably wouldn’t feel me

Never trappin out your house, you probably wouldn’t feel me

All I talk is facts, I’m just giving you the real me

Never sold no crack, then you probably wouldn’t feel me

You ain’t flip no packs, then you probably wouldn’t feel me

Fuckin' dimes inside your trap, you probably wouldn’t feel me

They shot, you ain’t shoot back, then you probably wouldn’t feel me