Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Feel Me, artist - Don Q. Date of issue: 30.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Feel Me |
| 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 |