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letra de i feel you - edo. g

[verse one]
yo i be feeling mad drama
all in between like a comma
came on the same boat now we swimming like piranhas
jeffery dahlmers, no g.e.d.’s with honors
young mamas, playing themselves out like leather bombers
i’m as, just as broke as you black
i know the whole tussle of the hustle, i’ve been through that
now true dat
when you peep the whole scene without cream
there ain’t no dream, no self esteem
glitz or gleam
plus i find it harder to redeem the dream
to shine like sheen, that’s why fools be high like levine
to take a break from realities
everyday they -ssault the work with the batteries
who’s bad as me?
that’s all that seem to matter see
emphatically, everybody’s on a jacking spree
packing heat to make ends meet
no love on the street
watch out or get beat
you in the hot seat
k!ll a n-gga in a heartbeat
i ain’t even willing to turn the other cheek
so i remain geeked to maintain, seven days a week
the sooner it gets brighter, the more it gets bleak
but i gotta hold on by the skin of my t–th
not to fall like a leaf or drown myself in my own grief
it’ll take the lord to heal me that’s for real see
edo’s from the ghetto do you feel me?

[scratch hook]
“i hear ya”

[verse two]
now let me tell off
any rap cat who said i fell off
sh-t on ’em so bad, he couldn’t get the smell off
so what you well off
i shoot the mic, spit a sh-ll off
i’m harder than finger waves, trying to get the gel off
i’m heaven sent to throw your whole set the h-ll off
and when you catch a buzz i’m the one ringing your bell off
my word is to be heard on sh0r-s and seash-lls
i’m choking label heads like coaches by sprewell
you couldn’t see me, even though i heard you see well
i’m terminally sick wit, i never be well
i represent boston n-gga, throw up the three well
it’s all about the threes and trees, tricks and cheese
no love for enemies, for shows the big fees
a dog blowing cats out with ease in the breeze
but i don’t think that you can come real b
come on, tell me do you feel me?

[scratch hook]

[verse three]
went from a rapper to a criminal
with ill -ss thoughts in my subliminal
just makes me a stronger individual
my life is pitiful
mind on residuals
time is getting critical
n-ggas wanna ridicule
when i’m at the pinnacle
of my career, living life without fear
pour beers for my peers who p-ssed throughout the years
no time for tears
n0body really cares, everybody’s out to get theirs
but it prepares me for the bigger picture
jealous fools be out to get ya
hit ya, wanna split you when you try to get richer
when you’re broke they wanna diss ya
ditch ya, [?] like a job
doing dirt like the mob, no need for me to sob
it be, these rap n-ggas that be making n-ggas rob
and push weight
they can’t wait for they fate
they got a video, but can’t put food upon they plate
so who’s to hate?
you’se upstate
you wanna be a dogg like nate
having brothers pushing boulders like mr. slate
now that be on the real true
only god can heal you
believe me dawg i feel you

[scratch hook]

- edo g

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