Feel Me - Supreme Ace, Casey Veggies

I still get shit popping, ain’t nothing changed

Everything you see, take a look, self made

Started from the bottom, now we pull up in that Range

I don’t want your bitch, she fucking with the gang

Gang, gang, gang

Do they feel me?

I swear they don’t feel me

Now everybody in this bitch wanna feel me like

Do they feel me?

I swear they don’t feel me

Now everybody in this bitch wanna feel me like

Too much in my mind, I’m just tryna find peace

Niggas act like bitches when you don’t let 'em eat

I don’t rap about no drugs or having gold teeth

I made it happen on my own and I swear that’s not that’s a reach like

Where was you when we were sleeping on them couches?

Doing verses in the basement, drinking juices out them pouches

I was too broke to pay for studio time

And me and one take used to throw each other rhymes like

Every year’s my year, I ain’t worried bout who next

Tryna get my money up and start running up the check

I chase the Jack with the forty then I hit my two stop

Got me feeling like I made it when I hit her with that flex

I still get shit popping, ain’t nothing changed

Everything you see, take a look, self made

Started from the bottom, now we pull up in that Range

I don’t want your bitch, she fucking with the gang

Gang, gang, gang

Do they feel me?

I swear they don’t feel me

Now everybody in this bitch wanna feel me like

Do they feel me?

I swear they don’t feel me

Now everybody in this bitch wanna feel me like

I was broke Now i’m it ain’t that shit a trip

They wasn’t fucking with me back when I wasn’t having shit

They thought this shit was funny now them niggas wanna join my clique

Watch I got some money now these hoes all on my dick

Lil mama wanna be in love, she want me to take her on a trip

I was eating noodles out the bowl til a young nigga went and made it flip

I could tell that they fake nah they don’t really wanna see me win

Riding around with high steaks, blowing smoke all up out that bitch

New money I got options, I don’t like window shopping

These niggas a facade, I walk this shit the way I talk it

Me and your bitch had a minaj and you still out here thinking you got her

This my city so how you the hottest?

You know big bank gon' take your wallet

Boy you a lame and I’m really poppin'

I still get shit popping, ain’t nothing changed

Everything you see, take a look, self made

Started from the bottom, now we pull up in that Range

I don’t want your bitch, she fucking with the gang

Gang, gang, gang

Do they feel me?

I swear they don’t feel me

Now everybody in this bitch wanna feel me like

Do they feel me?

I swear they don’t feel me

Now everybody in this bitch wanna feel me like