Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Can you feel me?
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Can you, can you feel me?
I woke up with with anxiety
I feel it in my feet
They wanna kill me for my name
But Ima lay this bitch to sleep
Smoking, drinking, thinking that I'm bouta die within this week
Cus now I'm up and I got Reverie and Louden on this beat
This depression be kickin in
But I found a way to cope
I toke the green and write the bars
Cuz if I don't I'd slit my throat
Them bitches don't care what I'm going through
They rather smoke some dope
And if you feel what I been going through
Then show up to my show
Paranoia
My homies say I'm trippen
I don't got anxiety
It's just sometimes emotions lie to me
Inside of me
Tries to be insane
So I write it out and ride the beat
Let it out
Cus if I don't
I might die in the streets
Possibly
Or probably
Or maybe I could feel death posted at the corner
Sip more henny
We smoke marijuana
Say I won't and I will
Bitch, I'm gonna
Rep for the big C.A
California
This for all my drug dealers
This for all my hustlers
Flipping them bricks and down to bust
Big weight on scales
Can't fuck with us
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Can you feel me?
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Can you, can you feel me?
These salty haters wanna see me fall
But Reverie ain't never trippen
Catch me slippen
I really wish a bitch would
That's right
Cus I handle business
You flipping grams
We flipping packs
You pay ebt
We blowing racks
You local rap
We on the map
You spitting cap
We fuck with facts
Old bitches hating on us
Ex bitches cry about us
Reverie and Bella going live
Sorry ass hoes gossip
Stay telling lies about us
Mafia
No stopping us
Thinking back
When I used to ride the bus
City of angels on angel dust
If you ain't gang
Then you can't hang with us
They see me born for this
And now they don't like me when I hold the clip
And now they don't like me when I roll the spliff
And now they don't like me when I own this shit
I been going thru the most shit
Lil rida with me bouta hold the clip
And I don't need no love, gotta focus in
All this money coming in, I'ma hold this bitch
Middle fingers up
I'ma roll this bitch
Bella coming in
Ima own this bitch
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Can you feel me?
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Can you, can you feel me?
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Can you feel me?
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Can you, can you feel me?
I woke up with with anxiety
I feel it in my feet
They wanna kill me for my name
But Ima lay this bitch to sleep
Smoking, drinking, thinking that I'm bouta die within this week
Cus now I'm up and I got Reverie and Louden on this beat
This depression be kickin in
But I found a way to cope
I toke the green and write the bars
Cuz if I don't I'd slit my throat
Them bitches don't care what I'm going through
They rather smoke some dope
And if you feel what I been going through
Then show up to my show
Paranoia
My homies say I'm trippen
I don't got anxiety
It's just sometimes emotions lie to me
Inside of me
Tries to be insane
So I write it out and ride the beat
Let it out
Cus if I don't
I might die in the streets
Possibly
Or probably
Or maybe I could feel death posted at the corner
Sip more henny
We smoke marijuana
Say I won't and I will
Bitch, I'm gonna
Rep for the big C.A
California
This for all my drug dealers
This for all my hustlers
Flipping them bricks and down to bust
Big weight on scales
Can't fuck with us
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Can you feel me?
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Can you, can you feel me?
These salty haters wanna see me fall
But Reverie ain't never trippen
Catch me slippen
I really wish a bitch would
That's right
Cus I handle business
You flipping grams
We flipping packs
You pay ebt
We blowing racks
You local rap
We on the map
You spitting cap
We fuck with facts
Old bitches hating on us
Ex bitches cry about us
Reverie and Bella going live
Sorry ass hoes gossip
Stay telling lies about us
Mafia
No stopping us
Thinking back
When I used to ride the bus
City of angels on angel dust
If you ain't gang
Then you can't hang with us
They see me born for this
And now they don't like me when I hold the clip
And now they don't like me when I roll the spliff
And now they don't like me when I own this shit
I been going thru the most shit
Lil rida with me bouta hold the clip
And I don't need no love, gotta focus in
All this money coming in, I'ma hold this bitch
Middle fingers up
I'ma roll this bitch
Bella coming in
Ima own this bitch
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Can you feel me?
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Drug Dealerz
Can you, can you feel me?
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Elizabeth Caceres, Sixto Louden Caceres, Rosabelle Anni Flores
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