Still Feel Me - Don Q

Ness on the beat

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