Lyrics Feel Me - BEAST

Runnin wit da scripts
Profit my only target
You could neva top dis
Glock tucked
You tell me who da hardest
Whats yo 223
When I got a Nato
Like the president
Yo lifes summit is defeat
Mines put a dent n da galaxy
Just fucking kidding
JFK
Don't get it twisted
My words are pretty ballistic
Got a wife a girlfriend
And a mistress
Always flirting
How Sadistic
But they lovin how the Temptation fittin
Aint my bday
But her cakes got me wishin
For the baddest bitch attention
Adjust while I'm sippin
She want a real G
They know when I blow
All my niggas eat
Off my table
This no fable
Got bread get in line
Fuck a label
No nothing but to hustle
You ain't able
OGs the one to blame
Cuz I enterprised the industry
Got a few billi mane
My tree have you higher than a plane
Born wit the power to reign

Raised in the Motor City
She want me to motorboat
Her titties
Bruh you gotta feel me
Countin 50s
Blue Strip benjis
Like Banks told 50
Switch up my style up
They gotta feel me
Flyer then an Eagle
Trust my process like it's Philly

Bet they wanna kill me
Educated black God who
Pop seals for his be real
Ohh caught you in yo feels
Gotta chill
Pop Mills with my deals
Wanna know what's real
I'm pickled Rick
You just dill
I aspire to embody why
Kap kneeled
Purchase global stocks
Then a grill
Peep my niggas our build
Is not the same
When you this real
Can neva be killed
Show my fangs
Pass you in my lane
Save the world a few times
Looking for Louis Lane
You know who super
Who else this dope in yo brain
Got you higher than cocaine
Bet your girl ain't been this happy
Since she saw me sang
Following her heart
Led to my name
Huh
I had to double tap to make
To make her cum again
What's in my jeans
Got her sayin I'm da
King of kangs
Realist one without a feature
Burning bridges like dis ether
Bet this fire
Have her hotter than the
Fucking flame

Raised in the Motor City
Motorboatin ittie bitties
Nigga you gotta feel me
Countin 50s Blue strip benjis

Fuck damn I really made a billi
Paparazzi wanna film me
I'm da hottest rapper in ya city
First place spitta on a track
Like it's indy
You gotta feel me
And the smokers section
Anywhere in my direction
You love da flexing
Fuck niggas always perplexing
Never understand what a nigga
Making