Feel Me

I'm probably going insane, shit, I been seeing faces But they ain't demons, it's my dead ones saying I can make it So, all that pain that I been feeling Had to learn to shake it, I hid that shit behind a wood I'll fake it til I make it It be the ones that seem the realest, that turn out the fakest And I ain't dwelling on shit, it's whatever you say Bitch, how you tryna run the game on me? When I'm the creator Hoe, you just playing ball But me? I'm really James Naismith Huh, she thought she was a diamond? Nah, you really basic And she thought I was gone cuff? You highly mistaken And the space where my heart used to be empty and vacant Stopped giving my heart to hoes, 'cause they been tryna take it How they out here speaking on me, you ah think I'm Satan Why they out here speaking down When I'm the hand that fed 'em? People really take advantage Of a good heart if you let 'em, kick me while I'm down and lose a foot I been tryna tell 'em, I was out here thuggin' 'Member walking for a pack of Dutches Came from nothing, now I make yo speakers jump Like double dutching, in this city you can't be too cautious Niggas daily clutching But a lot of 'em be hoes, and ain't gone really bust it And these hoes be out here fucking, for a bit of nothing Nowadays can't even play yo role, runners want you to cuff 'em But I ain't focused on bitches, I'm locked in on the mic Til I got VVS dancing on me like the "Cupid Shuffle" (Cupid Shuffle) I'm bouta run this shit up, only worried 'bout counting them digits Til I got all of the people I care about out of the city Do this shit all on my own, I ain't signing for under a million And if you folded on me, best believe I ain't showing no pity, you ain't believe in me When I showed you my brilliance, you coulda let me know You wasn't fucking with me But I ain't even out here seeking out no vengeance 'Cause when I blow up, I'ma make you niggas feel me Flex so hard, I think these niggas wanna kill me When I was broke, I swear these bitches wasn't with me I got it going, now these bitches say they feel me But they too easy, they get loose off Pink Whitney And I got that bitch with me He tried to run, I sent some shots to his kidney I'ma let 'em have the 50 I ain't ever touched a brick, I play with giffys Finna touch the road and make another 10 piece All them store clerks know that I'm a menace Since a jit, bitch I knew that I been it I'm so up I can (Punch yo momma kitchen) Momma told me go to school, I ain't listen In my bag, get the f*ck up out yo feelings Lately, I been feeling like a fucking villain Boy done fucked around and turned into a victim I'm bouta run this shit up, only worried 'bout counting them digits Til I got all of the people I care about out of the city Do this shit all on my own, I ain't signing for under a million And if you folded on me, best believe I ain't showing no pity, you ain't believe in me When I showed you my brilliance, you coulda let me know You wasn't fucking with me But I ain't even out here seeking out no vengeance 'Cause when I blow up, I'ma make you niggas feel me (Counting them digits) (Out of the city) (I ain't signing for under a million) (I ain't showing no pity) (When I showed you my brilliance) (You wasn't fucking with me) But I ain't even out here seeking out no vengeance 'Cause when I blow up, I'ma make you niggas (Feel me)