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letra de do you feel me - young cellski

verse 1:

i’m just a young n-gga wit a 9 don’t know how to act
you’re bound to get smoked if you don’t get jacked
i need some dank so i can keep calm
cause the 9 in my palm makes me think about vietnam
i be thinking bout goin nuts cause the stress on my mind makes me think about growing up
a n-gga couldn’t even sleep
cause in my dreams i used to see n-ggas trying creep four deep
i don’t know what’s wrong with my brain cells
is it the chronic or the motherf-cking pain pills
stressing like a n-gga on lockdown
thinking bout all these n-ggas that i done shot down
but i don’t let it get to me bro
to get the stress off my mind i get a 4-0
biggidy bang biggidy buck biggidy baow baow
that’s how it sounds when i let off thirty rounds
you better run and hide when i let loose mane
cause that’s consequences stuck up in the dope game
n-ggas dying young over little punk sh-t
fonking with each other cause there’s no one else to fonk with
even my n-ggas from back in the days ain’t my n-ggas no more
cause you know how n-ggas change
it used to be what’s up my n-gga now it’s a straight mug
cause all the n-ggas i grew up with is straight thugs
but uh, i copped game from these og’s
i watched n-ggas count g’s and cook whole ki’s
and you wonder why a young n-gga game is tight
cause my folks taught a n-gga wrong from right
and you wonder why i keep a 9 and a vest
because the dank keep a n-gga more and more stressed
and the sh-t i’m spittin is straight real g
so i’m asking my n-ggas do you feel me

hook:
cellski:
if you feel me
crowd of homies:
holler if feel me

verse 2:

stayin at home with the chrome with the lights off
cause i capped some n-ggas that was muggin me on randolph
in my bucket hit the back paths to avoid
the f-cking po-po’s cause they got me paranoid
that ain’t stoppin nothing still got get my money on
still mobbin wit my n-ggas four deep gettin gone
tanqueray and dank give me the energy to bust caps
making sure the n-ggas i’m bustin at don’t bust back
cause the n-ggas tried to put heads to bed
from hollowpoint lead from the tech nine infrared
cause n-ggas can’t dodge the red shot when ya hit
cause when the mack spits bang season starts to bullsh-t
cause where i come from you got to stay strapped with a 9
cause 17 shots outshooting a deuce-five
thee motherf-cking mack and thee motherf-cking h-k
make n-ggas bow down cause frisco n-ggas don’t play
cause when it’s foggy up in frisco n-ggas loc’d up
cause when the bang is on n-ggas wanna smoke ya
do or die is the att-tude n-ggas got
so when i plot you better listen to the gunshot
boom boom boom rattatat is the sound of the mack
spit some sh-t that make my own n-ggas step back
cause uh, i’m comin straight real and i’m asking my n-ggas
do you feel me?

- young cellski

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