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Still Feel Me Lyrics - Artist : Don Q
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Yeah! Don season! I don't know who's who no more Fake whatever, fake friends True story Bitches wanna be around a nigga Wouldn't even speak, years back Shit crazy man Don Is it the love or the buzz that keep niggas around? Take a dose of the drug just to simmer me down Put the whole niggas up, slowly bringing you down And you supposed to be my nigga 'til infinity, how? Some niggas never sold drugs (nah) Without the [?] niggas won't budge They just get they hopes up But I still show love, I never stunted on niggas And I still play the buildings, get blunted with niggas But how my back like they ain't feed you Why you hung with them niggas? But jump right on my dick when run into niggas I know exactly how to humble you niggas, yeah Yeah, I got a trick for any one of you niggas, I swear Pocket watches looking at the bottle poppers Run behind the diamond shoppers Niggas dying, sick Italian, box of Rocco on my weight a Gym class, ten bags inside the locker room Try to join a school team, never made it on the roster I went to court for my shooters Not on the court playing shotta I played defense on the block Couldn't defend as a blocker, I was lost Without a direction to go Could've been breathless, through God's grace perfected a flow I started off less than a O, how I'm supposed to survive? Momma sent the rent through, how I'm supposed to provide? Motions reply, tears fall from both of my eyes This when they put that pressure on you, gotta go and reply Can't lower my pride I filled those applications way before called back They just had me waiting, thoughts marinated like Will I ever get out this hell hole? Who the hell knows Nightmares hearing my coffin drop on my cell clothes We was outside since Ludacris was throwing elbows Shell toes, PS2 in grand theft codes New class think strew because they wearing do rags Too bad they couldn't clip my wings before I flew past I woke up to 100 missed calls and another withdrawal What should I quit for, I pour up and sip more The I drift off, Granny still in church praying on that pick for It could be worse, I could still be on that sixth floor Putting work, then the outcome you get what you wish for |
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