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re2se - feel me lyrics

v1
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 n-ggas 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 k!lled
because i am a man at the end of the day, n-gga that’s real
no handouts out here, you stand out or get filled
like cavities to bad t–th 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 (yeah)
i jus want you to feel me (yeah)
i jus want you to feel me, because you gotta feel me

v2
i make musical moves, because music is my muse
everybody wanna eat, but n0body 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 n-ggas 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, sh-t 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

v3
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 n-gga, this ain’t part-time
gotta make my on ends meet, i got my own grind
so if you ain’t with it, you sh-ttin’ 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 compet-tion
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 h-ll i do it, man i already told you (what’s that)
its perseverance with no clearance, so fear the sh-t that you hearing
because i’m like the mailman with it, yeah the boy is delivering
sports ill-strated sh-t yeah i go hard
with a melo-amari att-tude because with small power, you’ll move forward

- re2se lyrics

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