Feel Me
Yea yea
Feel me, feel me, feel me, you gotta
Feel me, feel me, feel me, yea
Feel me, feel me, feel me, you gotta
Feel me yea, look
I done spent plenty green in these twenty threes
Cause my nigga needs need tending too
In between what I'm finna do and what I shoulda did
Spreading cheese and I'm stacking bread
Yea, ay
But this ain't charcuterie
Roll up some doobery
Pour up some brewery
Hol' up my jewelry, yea yea
I didn't choose to be playa
Kinda just happened
Now I'm in charge, I'm the captain
You ain't got scars then you cappin
Conjured some raps from depression these songs a distraction
From some of the darkest of thoughts
Some of my dawgs in a box
Ones with the locks and the ones in the soil
Moms and my pops so I sorta been spoiled
I can admit it
Not with materialistic
More with the love that was given, but we wasn't Huxtable children
Liquor and drugs was appealing plus I had a hustling spirit
Tryna flip crumbs to a biscuit yea
Turn apartments to a picket fence
Yea I got it out the mud but the scent still fresh
So you better hurry up 'fore ya miss this jet
Hurry up
Feel me, feel me, feel me, you gotta
Feel me, feel me, feel me, yea
Feel me, feel me, feel me, you gotta
Feel me yea
Now let me tell you who I'm is
A cloud climber, star steppin', sky skipper
Yea a loud lighter, sharp dressin', fly nigga
Just a cloud climber, star steppin', sky skipper
Yea a loud lighter, sharp dressing', fly nigga
Some lessons better off sold, than they are told
That I know know know
I stand ten toes on the totem pole
And we all get old but some folks don't grow
It's a damn shame
More lit than a lampshade
Bud stickier than bandaids
Trippin' like I'm Bambi
Just a product of the Ham see
You can sign, seal, and stamp me
Higher than trampoline bounce
I ain't got a plan B route
So I stay up on my A game
Red eyes like a late plane
Realized what I can't change
Realized what I can't change
Fear lies in what ain't seen
But that's supposed to be where faith's at
But the only thing I trust is a eighth sack
Anybody not with us just a motherfucking bus on my train track
You
Feel me? feel me, feel me, you gotta
Feel me, feel me, feel me, yea
Feel me, feel me, feel me, you gotta
Someone tell 'em who I'm motherfucking is
A cloud climber, star steppin', sky skipper
Yea a loud lighter, sharp dressin', fly nigga
Just a cloud climber, star steppin', sky skipper
Yea a loud lighter, sharp dressing', fly nigga
Tell 'em who I'm is
They gotta tell 'em who I'm is
Yea, tell 'em who
Tell 'em tell 'em
Feel me, feel me, feel me, you gotta
Feel me, feel me, feel me, yea
Feel me, feel me, feel me, you gotta
Feel me yea, look
I done spent plenty green in these twenty threes
Cause my nigga needs need tending too
In between what I'm finna do and what I shoulda did
Spreading cheese and I'm stacking bread
Yea, ay
But this ain't charcuterie
Roll up some doobery
Pour up some brewery
Hol' up my jewelry, yea yea
I didn't choose to be playa
Kinda just happened
Now I'm in charge, I'm the captain
You ain't got scars then you cappin
Conjured some raps from depression these songs a distraction
From some of the darkest of thoughts
Some of my dawgs in a box
Ones with the locks and the ones in the soil
Moms and my pops so I sorta been spoiled
I can admit it
Not with materialistic
More with the love that was given, but we wasn't Huxtable children
Liquor and drugs was appealing plus I had a hustling spirit
Tryna flip crumbs to a biscuit yea
Turn apartments to a picket fence
Yea I got it out the mud but the scent still fresh
So you better hurry up 'fore ya miss this jet
Hurry up
Feel me, feel me, feel me, you gotta
Feel me, feel me, feel me, yea
Feel me, feel me, feel me, you gotta
Feel me yea
Now let me tell you who I'm is
A cloud climber, star steppin', sky skipper
Yea a loud lighter, sharp dressin', fly nigga
Just a cloud climber, star steppin', sky skipper
Yea a loud lighter, sharp dressing', fly nigga
Some lessons better off sold, than they are told
That I know know know
I stand ten toes on the totem pole
And we all get old but some folks don't grow
It's a damn shame
More lit than a lampshade
Bud stickier than bandaids
Trippin' like I'm Bambi
Just a product of the Ham see
You can sign, seal, and stamp me
Higher than trampoline bounce
I ain't got a plan B route
So I stay up on my A game
Red eyes like a late plane
Realized what I can't change
Realized what I can't change
Fear lies in what ain't seen
But that's supposed to be where faith's at
But the only thing I trust is a eighth sack
Anybody not with us just a motherfucking bus on my train track
You
Feel me? feel me, feel me, you gotta
Feel me, feel me, feel me, yea
Feel me, feel me, feel me, you gotta
Someone tell 'em who I'm motherfucking is
A cloud climber, star steppin', sky skipper
Yea a loud lighter, sharp dressin', fly nigga
Just a cloud climber, star steppin', sky skipper
Yea a loud lighter, sharp dressing', fly nigga
Tell 'em who I'm is
They gotta tell 'em who I'm is
Yea, tell 'em who
Tell 'em tell 'em
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Writer(s): Marcus Hammond
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