S.A.S. - Can You Feel Me? lyrics

Can you feel me can you feel me
Can you feel me can you feel me

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

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

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

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