Feel Me - Intellectual

One shot to glory, this is just a warm up

Reggie Miller type of story, I shoot 3's in my warm up

Oh I'm ready, now that I done warmed up

I must go and protect and protect this house, no under amour

But on my honor, this here is no ganja

Just the persona of a n***a living in the sauna

But its Savannah, where choppers and propaganda

Put you in the slammer quicker than a cheetah catching the panda

A lot people die, several do niggas live

In a world full of fakes, tell me what's real

The man with the plan ain't the man with the steal

Its the man with the bands trying to flip that to a mill-

If you demand some of my land understand you will get killed

Because I am a man at the end of the day, nigga that's real

No handouts out here, you stand out or get filled

Like cavities to bad teeth but n***a you get the drill

(HOOK)

Feel Me, for my struggle, my pain

Feel Me, for my hunger to gain

Feel Me, for always remaining the same

Break down my bars and the only thing I'm saying

I jus want you to feel me (yeah)

I jus want you to feel me, because you gotta feel me

I make musical moves, because music is my muse

Everybody wanna eat, but nobody wanna prepare the food

A man without a plan will only advance

In reverse so in a instance he'll shake the Devil's hand

Them type of n***as don't hinder me, I won't let it stand

Because they are Benders to me, work on ya mechanics

Banana clips everywhere but I ain't slipping

Thought I lost my mind, turns out it went missing

Sat with all my niggas and we came up with a mission

Only way to make a million is collecting hundreds, fifties, and twenties

And the ones that we be getting, shit throw them to the stripper

Because when you living off the land, gotta preserve every minute

So f**k standing in line, I rather stand out

In this world full of numbers, ain't no way you can count me out

Its Re2se, AKA, Belly of the Beast

Putting overtime on another Halftyme beat

(HOOK)

Feel Me, for my struggle, my pain

Feel Me, for my hunger to gain

Feel Me, for always remaining the same

Break down my bars and the only thing I'm saying

I jus want you to feel me (yeah)

I jus want you to feel me, because you gotta feel me

I have never been the one who was looking for a handout

Why the f**k you think I'm always talking about standing out?

Can't stand in for a nigga, this ain't part-time

Gotta make my on ends meet, I got my own grind

So if you ain't with it, you shittin' on that toilet jus sitting

Thinking about what I'm getting and how you can get in my position

But you stop and just listen, you'll hear the ingredients missing

Come to my kitchen, you'll see me stirring up the competition

Grab a plate, (COME ON) you know its good for you

This will put big momma in a good mood, call that Arby's soul food

Yeah a n***g 22, but still rapping soulful

How the hell I do it, man I already told you (what's that)

Its perseverance with no clearance, so fear the shit that you hearing

Because I'm like the mailman with it, yeah the boy is delivering

Sports illustrated shit yeah I go hard

With a Melo-Amari attitude because with small power, you'll move forward

(HOOK)

Feel Me, for my struggle, my pain

Feel Me, for my hunger to gain

Feel Me, for always remaining the same

Break down my bars and the only thing I'm saying

I jus want you to feel me (yeah)

I jus want you to feel me, because you gotta feel me