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​Can U Feel Me

This song is by Saafir.

I'm cruisin I'm losin' money on gas
I pass a car with a star in it
I stare for a minute but that's the limit
Otherwise gas won't be the only thing

I'm losin' money too, ooh wee
It's Tuesday two days after the weekend
Imagine if the weekend was a day
For weak minded men anyway

I take my train of thought I bought a fat sack
And I'm happy 'cause I got nappy
Soldiers in my crew ya through if
You don't learn so I learnt, that I'm burnt

I ran into my homie, yeah wassup? At least I thought he was
But then I caught the buzz that he was talkin' behind my back
From his girl, ain't that Earl?
For those who can't feel me, Earl means wack

In fact, I had that problem a few times
But I'll just splurge it in a new rhyme
Then forget it maybe I'll split it in half
Or laugh like this ha, ha, ha, can you feel me?

I faked the funk and conversated without a doubt
He was a chump but with clout
I ended my route at the liquor store
And I tried to buy a Guinness Stout

But I remembered it was nasty
But fools drink it 'cause it's a hip-hop classy
You can miss me with that trendy drink
'Cause they all make your breath stink

Plus death is linked to all alcohol that Arabians won't let you buy
They keep tellin' me my identification is a lie
Why would I put my face on plastic and in the space
Where it says birthdate put "See owner"

Fool, I'm a teenage organ donor
So I pick up my I.D. I ain't trippin', why?
'Cause I'm high, already, on life, once again, I'm riding
I'm about to hit the eastside of Oakland

I got my seat belt on so when the heat's felt
From 5.0, I'll turn up the song and start
Singing, "I wish police was a lease
That was up" Can you feel me?

Well it's gettin' dark but it's daylight savings time
Clocks go back but I stay focused and ahead
'Cause I wanna be fat, can you feel me?
If you rap, I like to fully flex, I like to box

I like breakin' bullies necks
I like collecting checks and collecting respect
But I'm not there yet and until then I'll just sell dank, sacks
20's, 10's, I'm drivin' the weights to be

Prepared in case I meet my fate and I'm always thinking
"Where will I go when I die? Will I be underground like I am now
Or in the sky?" My man, plan B is smilin'
'Cause he can feel me, wassup Jess

Written by:

Reginald Gibson; Jeremy Jackson