S.A.S. - Can You Feel Me? lyrics

Chorus: Can you feel me Can you feel me Can you feel me Can you feel me Verse 1 Mega: This the type of tip that I'm on Sometimes I listen to songs and zone out 'til I wish I was gone b**hes see I'm gettin' figures so now they real thirsty n***as won't be pullin' them triggers to try and murk me Respect my hustle, get checks and bubble Yeah it's real cuz I still seem to rep the struggle You can't blame me when it's the same me I won't let the fame or the game try to change me This is flames, see it's hot enough to scorch the beat I be stuntin' in London up in that Porcha jeep And I'ma tell you what I'm here for The sh** I believe the sh** I do some years for Talk about how you pop your gun I heard the cries of a mother when she lost her son You can lose it all in a second Tomorrow's a gift so we call it the present Chorus Verse 2 Mayhem: I'ma grind my way to the top (so make room) I'ma shine incase you forgot (there's great to him) Take mine they'll blaze at ya top (put 8 through 'em) When you rhyme this way and this hot (your date soon) This is no act, no gimmicks, industry hate it Raw raps, flow, lyrics, in the streets favorite And I'm floatin' down this path, wait It took a long time to get here but I'm only half way So the mission's incomplete until we drop and bring that heat that singe the streets Beef calling, same game, we foreign Like ain't you got a deal, mind frame see-sawing We touring, sometimes we balling Stunt on me like Denzel he falling There's gangstas among us so just chill and let the kid do they numbers now that's real Chorus Verse 3 S.A.S.: Mega: You listening clear, I ain't living in fear Not Hewy Newton but I'm moving with my fist in the air And yeah it's nuthin' fam, listen to me brother man Like brail so you gotta feel me to understand Try k**in' me man but still I remain They say the truth hurts, so you n***as feeling my pain I'm still in the game, strike while the iron is hot And be like heat on the thermostat that rise to the top Mayhem: A lot of hating going on and I don't want no part of that Cuz for your chain they'll put some'n in your Prada hat I'd rather that, you'll never see me scared Wanna jack it come and grab it, better leave me there I pull the trigger, the judge tryna give me years It's self-defenses but jail they wanna see me there And it seems to me get a plaque they act funny Cuz they hate to see young, black n***as stack money, uh Chorus