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Feel Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Rico Guapo
Language: English
Length: 3:38
Written by: Tore Scott




Rico Guapo - Feel Me Lyrics
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I'ma make em feel me for the times that they counted me out
Make em feel me for the time I was stuck in the drout
Probably catch me chasing checks, I ain't chasing no clock
They ain't what I'm on dawg, nah that ain't what I'm about
Make em feel me, and if they don't they gotta kill me
Nigga this the real me, real Ric
I ain't want to be a rapper, they tell me keep rapping
But rapping ain't paying no bills dawg, that's why I keep trapping
Ma talking about get a job, but how I feel? F*ck a nine to five
You can make a bih paycheck in a day if you hustle right
I took a couple losses but I learned from it
And never put these little bitches over your money
And if you out this bitch for real then keep some for the lawyer
Cause a public defender a have ya ass in hot water
Ain't just talking dawg, this the shit that I seen
With my own eyes sometimes I wish it was a dream
And I wake up from this shit, but this ain't make believe
Everybody wanna be a QB, then you can't make a team
We need a nigga to catch this ball, a nigga to run this screen
Eyes done turned red cause these niggas done turned green
I got blood in my eyes again, all I can see
But I don't crip homie, I got that grip on me
I keep it on me, know them niggas waiting on me to slip homie
On the road to the top, this shit can get lonely
I thought some people was solid until they switched on me
Back in the day grandma Luree put that switch on me
Back in the day when I was played they used to pick on me
I ain't have the new J's but f*ck it these some new shoes
Then I tried some new shit from watching what OGs do
Like I can really hustle I started serving them trees too
You know back then it was mid grade but mid grade was good weed
You know niggas tryna grow they own with them poppy seeds
You know I can't pop for you if I know you ain't gon' pop for me
I ain't have daddy just the cereal, the only pops with me
They don't even know what they created, created a beast
I can't never keep a bitch I feel like they playing with me
And if you wanna f*ck somebody else why you laying with me?
Bitches is sneaky and that love shit, ain't for the weak
Can't fall victim in these streets, I'll be the suspect
Before I let them bury me and leave my people upset
I'm up now, f*ck next, I don't know what they told you
But they lied on me, if they ain't say that boy right there a soldier
On Moses, foot to the pulto steppin on roses
I ain't with that petty shit and that petty shit so bogus
Different views, different vibe, different city, different women
Talkin bout opportunity, boy out this bitch its plenty
F*ck the rap game, I hit that bitch without no jimmy
Im the the rawest nigga out and the rawest nigga in it
What the f*ck wrong with them, they thought I was finished
Before its all said Ima be in the book of guiness
I'm a real live hustler, this shit just in my gene
Don't say you a hustler if you can't sell anything
I had my ups and downs, I had my smiles and frowns
I lost a couple niggas, just got me thinkin' how
I lost Whaley and that shit drove me crazy for real
Cause the pain, I felt that day I swear I felt that shit for years.
You'll think my roof leaking, I fill a bucket with tears
Layin' down, feel them bitches runnin' to my ears
And when I spit that real shit like this, I give them chills
These permanent scars, so you know how it is
And you don't know how I feel, its even harder to tell ya'
I'm tryna be successful so they won't call me a failure
I don't wanna go to school nigga, f*ck books
That's a big scam, y'all know who the real crooks
Got us brainwashed believe everything they say
I be lookin' at some people like no f*ckin' way
Everybody doubted me, can't wait to see they face
Cause they know I deserve this shit in every f*ckin' way
And every f*ckin' day
This the real me, respect a real nigga
Or you gon' respect this piece
I don't tolerate disrespect, you gon' respect Ric
I want one of you f*ck niggas, try to test me
I'm a bless he, chillin' at the same time on my pivot though
I drop dick on a hoe now she walkin' pigeon toed
Niggas say they wanna ride with me, they ain't rode before
When its time to bust them poles, I done seen some niggas froze
But you know everybody got different roles
Everybody can't be the shooter, everybody can't be the boss
Everybody can't be the plug, nigga how you gon' get it off?
Had to make them bitches feel me, I'm too raw, gone
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I'ma make em feel me for the times that they counted me out
Make em feel me for the time I was stuck in the drout
Probably catch me chasing checks, I ain't chasing no clock
They ain't what I'm on dawg, nah that ain't what I'm about
Make em feel me, and if they don't they gotta kill me
Nigga this the real me, real Ric
I ain't want to be a rapper, they tell me keep rapping
But rapping ain't paying no bills dawg, that's why I keep trapping
Ma talking about get a job, but how I feel? F*ck a nine to five
You can make a bih paycheck in a day if you hustle right
I took a couple losses but I learned from it
And never put these little bitches over your money
And if you out this bitch for real then keep some for the lawyer
Cause a public defender a have ya ass in hot water
Ain't just talking dawg, this the shit that I seen
With my own eyes sometimes I wish it was a dream
And I wake up from this shit, but this ain't make believe
Everybody wanna be a QB, then you can't make a team
We need a nigga to catch this ball, a nigga to run this screen
Eyes done turned red cause these niggas done turned green
I got blood in my eyes again, all I can see
But I don't crip homie, I got that grip on me
I keep it on me, know them niggas waiting on me to slip homie
On the road to the top, this shit can get lonely
I thought some people was solid until they switched on me
Back in the day grandma Luree put that switch on me
Back in the day when I was played they used to pick on me
I ain't have the new J's but f*ck it these some new shoes
Then I tried some new shit from watching what OGs do
Like I can really hustle I started serving them trees too
You know back then it was mid grade but mid grade was good weed
You know niggas tryna grow they own with them poppy seeds
You know I can't pop for you if I know you ain't gon' pop for me
I ain't have daddy just the cereal, the only pops with me
They don't even know what they created, created a beast
I can't never keep a bitch I feel like they playing with me
And if you wanna f*ck somebody else why you laying with me?
Bitches is sneaky and that love shit, ain't for the weak
Can't fall victim in these streets, I'll be the suspect
Before I let them bury me and leave my people upset
I'm up now, f*ck next, I don't know what they told you
But they lied on me, if they ain't say that boy right there a soldier
On Moses, foot to the pulto steppin on roses
I ain't with that petty shit and that petty shit so bogus
Different views, different vibe, different city, different women
Talkin bout opportunity, boy out this bitch its plenty
F*ck the rap game, I hit that bitch without no jimmy
Im the the rawest nigga out and the rawest nigga in it
What the f*ck wrong with them, they thought I was finished
Before its all said Ima be in the book of guiness
I'm a real live hustler, this shit just in my gene
Don't say you a hustler if you can't sell anything
I had my ups and downs, I had my smiles and frowns
I lost a couple niggas, just got me thinkin' how
I lost Whaley and that shit drove me crazy for real
Cause the pain, I felt that day I swear I felt that shit for years.
You'll think my roof leaking, I fill a bucket with tears
Layin' down, feel them bitches runnin' to my ears
And when I spit that real shit like this, I give them chills
These permanent scars, so you know how it is
And you don't know how I feel, its even harder to tell ya'
I'm tryna be successful so they won't call me a failure
I don't wanna go to school nigga, f*ck books
That's a big scam, y'all know who the real crooks
Got us brainwashed believe everything they say
I be lookin' at some people like no f*ckin' way
Everybody doubted me, can't wait to see they face
Cause they know I deserve this shit in every f*ckin' way
And every f*ckin' day
This the real me, respect a real nigga
Or you gon' respect this piece
I don't tolerate disrespect, you gon' respect Ric
I want one of you f*ck niggas, try to test me
I'm a bless he, chillin' at the same time on my pivot though
I drop dick on a hoe now she walkin' pigeon toed
Niggas say they wanna ride with me, they ain't rode before
When its time to bust them poles, I done seen some niggas froze
But you know everybody got different roles
Everybody can't be the shooter, everybody can't be the boss
Everybody can't be the plug, nigga how you gon' get it off?
Had to make them bitches feel me, I'm too raw, gone
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Writer: Tore Scott
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