| Feel it, ooh
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| I can feel it, I can feel it
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| Yeah
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| I can feel it, I can feel it
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| I got angels with me, I got demons
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| I close my eyes wide shut and I can see them
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| I can’t trust a soul, friend or foux, I can feel it
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| I can feel it, I can feel it
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| I can feel it, I can’t trust a soul
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| I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it
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| Friend or foux, I can feel it
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| Got me paranoid, my radar making noise
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| Got a sword on me like Troy
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| Step, correct, cause this shit get me annoyed
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| The pressure, the stress, I’m no longer a boy
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| Fuck you mean? |
| I still got tricks up my sleeve
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| I got traps, I got G’s
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| I got racks, they onto me
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| Nigga please, what do you mean?
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| I put racks in my jeans, you don’t want smoke with me
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| I dance in the ring like, I put price, I’m talking count to three
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| I can’t trust a soul, friend or foux
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| Yes or no? |
| I don’t know
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| I don’t wanna talk on the phone, no, no, no
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| Give her my when I open the door
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| Ain’t nothing new, I’ve been breaking the law
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| Countin' dead, yeah, under the floor
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| Name on the gravestone, love weak and the hate strong
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| What we beefin' for? |
| Can’t make no money in war
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| Either way, gotta pay for the corn
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| I can feel it, I can feel it
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| I got angels with me, I got demons
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| I close my eyes wide shut and I can see them
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| I can’t trust a soul, friend or foux, I can feel it
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| I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it
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| I can’t trust a soul, I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it
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| Friend or foux, I can feel it |