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art of max – feel me lyrics

[chorus]
my brothers all come from the streets
we was born some legends prayers from the reverends that we get our family out the streets
i been praying more for the riches cause all of my brothers is strong need to eat
i do not wanna see momma’ cry
i just wanna be great in my street
i got people that’s looking at me
and these people throw faith all in me
wha i look like failing ending up in prison i got to much to lose f-ck the heat
i gotta be great
momma keep crying but ma it’s okay
ima do what i gotta do
just to ensure that all of my brothers be great

[roddy rod]
in memories, f-ck my enemies
count my checks, morality principles
i count residuals
i was told my style is -ss
well it took me 3 years to get it, plus a hour gl-ss
it was off the ground, like a hover pad
hold up
big platters and cheese
i want all my brothers eat
come feast with the beasts
i want you to feel all my pain
all those times i sat in my room
i was in my phone thinking what i’ma say
big faces and blunts
i roll up the skunk
we on the mission
last shawty was tripping
had to cut her off
got a bigger vison
can of paint
i need a can of paint
all about my money
blue hundreds
this music sh-t showed me who was real
stacks in a bundle
you know how i rumble
squad in the cut
you messing with muscle
k!llings n-ggas on the mic
and i’m saucey
bag ya b-tch, red bottoms be walking
tryna stack a check till my death (3x)

[chorus]

[art of max]
dedicated my life to this sh-t
money comes from the drugs out the trap i can’t stop because jobs ain’t even hiring (sh-t)
9-5 overnight at a warehouse this slavery sh-t got me grinding my clips’
what the f-ck do you mean i can’t do it when i’ve been working overnight for these riches
all this demons been clouding my judgement destroying my life got me throwing a fit
i can’t sit here and throw away my life so i gotta keep fighting for things that i’ve missed
made a promise to all of my soldiers that i will break bread when that light start to hit
that’s real sh-t i can’t stand on my toes and watch all of my foes get the bag while i sit
on the motorola get the back whip the white with the baking soda
that’s the crack sell the dope to these fallen soldiers cause the fiends had a life before that was stolen lemme sip the potion
put it in the motion i ain’t worried bout trump cause that b-tch is over
ima get it to go get the money going
i got places to be and my mind is open
got these b-tches rolling
all my life i’ve been down ain’t no hope in going
been depressed and neglected and i was scorching
ain’t no n-gga can tell me that i was folding
kept it real from day one and my n-ggas know it
f-ck it up just one time let me get this dope in
pray to god that one day i can get it flowin’
maybe soon it’ll comes but for now i’m rollin’

[chorus]

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