Feel Me lyrics

[Chorus]
Orchestrating, waiting patient ‘til that money clear
Ima risk it all until I die and get a hunned years
Stick to the script, don’t never switch and always pay attention
We cut from two different cloths, they feel me and tell a difference
Stepped to the side, take motivation from the naked eye
Ran into trouble while I struggled, I had to take my time
Collecting currency, my swindle built a paper route
Stuck in my ways, still in these streets hoping I makе it out

[Verse 1]
So many frauds around I see the real is barely mеntioned
But when it’s balls down, who started it don’t care to finish
Moms a go hungry just to feed us, damn them times were bad
Became accustomed to taking losses and bouncing back
I stepped up my fashion, get the work cheap, break it down to fractions
Few times they was laughing, count the bag and smoke a spliff and match it
Kept the ratchet, lived up to my actions
Hustling my passion, never had to ask ‘em
Learning blew right passed ‘em, no room for attachments
I use to play the corner with 3 hunned dimes and count 2800 back
Whenever the drought came, show sheet rock but the fiends couldn’t f*ck with that
Still on a old wave, got some new sauce I transferred the funds quick
Did a drop at the box and walk out the spot, I made a killing off of one slip
Cooking up blue hunneds, send them 50s, 20s, 10s, bringing them 5s back
Jugging on road with the mugs, breesh mode I can never get sidetracked
I was f*cked up had to bounce back, got on too much jewelry, boy I need that
Dealt with the competition, they can’t stop us winning now we bringing the streets back
[Chorus]
Orchestrating, waiting patient ‘til that money clear
Ima risk it all until I die and get a hunned years
Stick to the script, don’t never switch and always pay attention
We cut from two different cloths, they feel me and tell a difference
Stepped to the side, take motivation from the naked eye
Ran into trouble while I struggled, I had to take my time
Collecting currency, my swindle built a paper route
Stuck in my ways, still in these streets hoping I make it out

[Verse 2]
Giving samples when I re-up, fiends love me I get rid of the packs quick
Percocets, hard, white, sour, diesel, straight finessing the trap lit
Now I’m at the top like a caption, had to dead a n*gga, burnt my last bridge
Did some foul sh*t but that was past tense, learnt a lot from my last b*tch
Still plot, take it if he got it, risk it all ‘cause I need that
Had to retain a lawyer, if I get locked no matter what ima beat that
Paranoid since I caught my first hit
A little alcohol make the works stiff
Drinking Fiji water taking perc 10
They be freezing up when we in person
Breesh mode, dropped a big slip
When the piece old, break it all down
When the pack land, built a operation made a fast plan
I turned to a savage
Always first to blast it
When I smoke don’t pass it
No room for distractions
True word ain’t no capping
Still get busy
Well known in my city
b*tches know I’m shiggy
Dusse or the Henny
When it’s time to go I bring my n*ggas with me
Police watch us, big knockings, start floxking
People die, can’t stop it, you want it, we got it
Forever situated, can’t stop it
[Chorus]
Orchestrating, waiting patient ‘til that money clear
Ima risk it all until I die and get a hunned years
Stick to the script, don’t never switch and always pay attention
We cut from two different cloths, they feel me and tell a difference
Stepped to the side, take motivation from the naked eye
Ran into trouble while I struggled, I had to take my time
Collecting currency, my swindle built a paper route
Stuck in my ways, still in these streets hoping I make it out