Can U Feel Me - S.A.S

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 'til I wish I was gone

Bitches see I’m gettin' figures so now they real thirsty

Niggas won’t be pullin' them triggers to try and murk me

Respect my hustle, get checks and bubble

Yeah it’s real cuz I still seem to rep the struggle

You can’t blame me when it’s the same me

I won’t let the fame or the game try to change me

This is flames, see it’s hot enough 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 lose it all in a second

Tomorrow’s a gift so we call it the present

Mayhem:

I’ma grind my way to the top (so make room)

I’ma shine incase you forgot (there's great to him)

Take mine they’ll blaze at ya top (put 8 through '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 favorite

And I’m floatin' down this path, wait

It took a long 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 ain’t you got a deal, mind frame see-sawing

We touring, sometimes we balling

Stunt on me like Denzel he falling

There’s gangstas among us so just chill and let the kid do they numbers now

that’s real

Mega:

You listening clear, I ain’t living in fear

Not Hewy Newton but I’m moving with my fist in the air

And yeah it’s nuthin' fam, listen to me brother man

Like brail so you gotta 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

Cuz for your chain they’ll put some’n 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 tryna give me years

It’s self-defenses but jail they wanna see me there

And it seems to me get a plaque they act funny

Cuz they hate to see young, black niggas stack money, uh