Can you feel me

I don't know if you be feelin' what i'm sayin' in my raps

having dreams of makin' stacks away from the hood rats

Away from the trouble away form the poverty

i was feelin' like a man before i even hit puberty

Tried to be a good son following the rules

but i wasn't getting noticed so i started packin' tools

Hanging out with the fools sold a little bit of weed

don't be fucking with the stash unless you wan't yo' nose to bleed

Never got caught by the punk police

know this city like the back of my hand ain't no peace

Fo' youngstas like me its either jail or getting shot

can't escape from reality if you be hitting the pot

Sometimes i break down in tears from all of the stress

i possess many styles but i'm far from blessed

Don't have a lot of homies just be chillin by myself

I don't trust them they be fake bad for my nerves and health

Moving with the stealth so i can't be detected

attacking you bustas when you least expect it

If you have something good you best protect it

cuz' i know these madafuckas gonna come and try to take it! Don't fake it!

 

Can you feel what i be sayin when the beat starts playin

lyrically slayin hopin mama still prayin

Every day and every night it's the same ol' fight

gotta try to keep it tight gotta try to keep the light!

Can you feel what i be sayin when the beat starts playin

lyrically slayin hopin mama still prayin

Every day and every night it's the same ol' fight

gotta try to keep it tight gotta try to keep the light!