U Feel Me?

Working hard, gotta prepare for the season This ain't a race, competition nonexistent I don't need a fucking reason Cut off a fake if he talking to the other side We don't got time for treason None of you lames finna talk to me now or ever Give a f*ck how you feeling Little boy we are not even I ain't going out bad, I ain't tweaking See me popping off but you don't know the half of it Shit is not recent Get all the blocks, plan it out, then I match up the pieces I'ma be cover on Reese's You do not see this Swerve in a push to start, keyless Everyone running while I just be cruising in muhfuckin Heelies You feel me? This ain't no muhfuckin race But I'ma get to first place (yuh) If you not gang, you a lame (yuh) So get the f*ck out of my face So get the f*ck out of my face (Yuh, yuh) Smoking loud, yeah this shit be so dank Hide it well before going on plane Wishing well ain't gonna give you no fame Gotta work on your muhfuckin game Gotta know who a bro, who a lame I gotta go roll a spliff and get waved