Can u feel me?

(Hook)
Can You Feel Me
Can You Feel Me
Can You Feel Me
Can You Feel Me

(Mega)
This the type of tip that I’m on sometimes I listen to songs
and zone out till I wish I was gone
Bitches see I’m getting figures so now they real thirsty
niggas won't be pulling them triggers to try and merk me
respect my hustle get cheques and bubble
yea its real coz I still seem to rep the struggle
you cant blame me when it’s the same me
I wont let the fame or the game try to change me
this is flames, see its hot enuff to scorch the beat
I be stuntin in London up in that porcha jeep
and I'ma tell you what I’m here for
the shit I believe the shit I do some years for
talk about how you pop your gun
I heard the cries of a mother when she lost her son
you can loose it all in a second, tomorrow's a gift so we call it the
present

(Hook)

(Mayhem)
I'm a grind my way to the top (so make room)
I'm a shine incase you forgot (there's (great to him)
take mine they’ll blaze at you top (put 8 thru em)
when you rhyme this way and this hot (your date soon)
this is no act, no gimmicks, industry hate it
raw raps, flow, lyrics, in the streets favourite
and I’m floating down this path, wait!
it took along time to get here but I’m only half way
so the mission's incomplete until we drop and bring that heat that singe the streets
beef calling, same game, we foreign, like aint you got a deal, mind frame see sawing
we touring, sometimes we balling, stunt on me like Denzel he falling
theres gangsters among us so just chill and let the kid do they numbers now
that’s real

(Hook)

(Mega)
you listening clear, I aint living in fear
not Hewy Newton but I’m moving with my fist in the air
and yeah its nuthing fam listen to me brother man
like brail so you got to feel me to understand
try killin me man but still I remain
they say the truth hurts, so you niggas feeling my pain
I’m still in the game strike while the iron is hot
And be like heat on the thermostat that rise to the top
(Mayhem)
a lot of hating going on and I don’t want no part of that
coz for your chain they'll put something in your prada hat
I'd rather that, you'll never see me scared, wanna jack it come and grab it better
leave me there
I pull the trigger the judge trying to give me years
It's self-defences but jail they want to see me there
And it seams to me get a plaque they act funny
coz they hate to see young black niggas stack money uh.

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