RetcH — Feel Me

[Intro] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] 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