D.O.N Archive - Feel Me

I'm probably going insane, shit, I been seeing faces
But they ain't demons, it's my dead ones saying I can make it
So, all that pain that I been feeling
Had to learn to shake it, I hid that shit behind a wood
I'll fake it til I make it
It be the ones that seem the realest, that turn out the fakest
And I ain't dwelling on shit, it's whatever you say
Bitch, how you tryna run the game on me? When I'm the creator
Hoe, you just playing ball
But me? I'm really James Naismith
Huh, she thought she was a diamond? Nah, you really basic
And she thought I was gone cuff? You highly mistaken
And the space where my heart used to be empty and vacant
Stopped giving my heart to hoes, 'cause they been tryna take it
How they out here speaking on me, you ah think I'm Satan
Why they out here speaking down
When I'm the hand that fed 'em? People really take advantage
Of a good heart if you let 'em, kick me while I'm down and lose a foot
I been tryna tell 'em, I was out here thuggin'
'Member walking for a pack of Dutches
Came from nothing, now I make yo speakers jump
Like double dutching, in this city you can't be too cautious
Niggas daily clutching
But a lot of 'em be hoes, and ain't gone really bust it
And these hoes be out here fucking, for a bit of nothing
Nowadays can't even play yo role, runners want you to cuff 'em
But I ain't focused on bitches, I'm locked in on the mic
Til I got VVS dancing on me like the "Cupid Shuffle" (Cupid Shuffle)

I'm bouta run this shit up, only worried 'bout counting them digits
Til I got all of the people I care about out of the city
Do this shit all on my own, I ain't signing for under a million
And if you folded on me, best believe
I ain't showing no pity, you ain't believe in me
When I showed you my brilliance, you coulda let me know
You wasn't fucking with me
But I ain't even out here seeking out no vengeance
'Cause when I blow up, I'ma make you niggas feel me

Flex so hard, I think these niggas wanna kill me
When I was broke, I swear these bitches wasn't with me
I got it going, now these bitches say they feel me
But they too easy, they get loose off Pink Whitney
And I got that bitch with me
He tried to run, I sent some shots to his kidney
I'ma let 'em have the 50
I ain't ever touched a brick, I play with giffys
Finna touch the road and make another 10 piece
All them store clerks know that I'm a menace
Since a jit, bitch I knew that I been it
I'm so up I can (Punch yo momma kitchen)
Momma told me go to school, I ain't listen
In my bag, get the fuck up out yo feelings
Lately, I been feeling like a fucking villain
Boy done fucked around and turned into a victim

I'm bouta run this shit up, only worried 'bout counting them digits
Til I got all of the people I care about out of the city
Do this shit all on my own, I ain't signing for under a million
And if you folded on me, best believe
I ain't showing no pity, you ain't believe in me
When I showed you my brilliance, you coulda let me know
You wasn't fucking with me
But I ain't even out here seeking out no vengeance
'Cause when I blow up, I'ma make you niggas feel me

(Counting them digits)
(Out of the city)
(I ain't signing for under a million)
(I ain't showing no pity)
(When I showed you my brilliance)
(You wasn't fucking with me)
But I ain't even out here seeking out no vengeance
'Cause when I blow up, I'ma make you niggas (Feel me)

Written by:
Donte Larry, Roy Fields III

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