Текст песни Feeling Me - Kali M

This a taste of the damage i'm causing I didn't even make it they hoping I forfeit
Caused a frenzy that's making them envy they know I'm a vibe never once had to force it
I was told when god make a way for you come feed the hood like the previous bosses
Now its bags for the moms and the children and all my opps cause I'm making em nauseous
I know they sick of me
Deep down they wanna get rid of me
Ain't gotta pat myself like I lost my keys cause I know they feeling me

One way or another
Make it happen for my brothers
I know these niggas mad I took a month off and I came back for the summer
Hit after hit I do it like no other
Whole lotta wins they try to put me under
Ain't talking producers but if I point em out to you they giving beats like a drummer
They leaving my name out of conversations when they asking who's next up but I
Aint trippin cause I got em feeling me like alcohol on fresh cuts
Got the game on lock and I'm holding the keys
Air a nigga like I'm spraying febreeze
All these niggas claim they balling but they only call em when its time to sub in for me
I know they digging my vibe so I ain't gotta switch it
Haters wish I go bad I don't plan on expiring like the food in they fridges
If he say its up we drop em down like Santa coming down the chimney on christmas
Southside baby my story a one way ticket from rags to riches
Got em hooked like I'm catching fishes
Went from bad to the baddest bitches
Stayed the same I ain't have to switch it
Never understood niggas that quiet in person but loud when they rapping disses
Heartbeat of my city just know if you with me I promise I'm keeping you stable
Got the game on lock and them other niggas locked out like the iPhone disabled

This a taste of the damage i'm causing I didn't even make it they hoping I forfeit
Caused a frenzy that's making them envy they know I'm a vibe never once had to force it
I was told when god make a way for you come feed the hood like the previous bosses
Now its bags for the moms and the children and all my opps cause I'm making em nauseous
I know they sick of me
Deep down they wanna get rid of me
Too bad they can not get rid of me that's why they itching up to be a friend to me
I know they sick of me
Deep down they wanna get rid of me
Ain't gotta pat myself like I lost my keys cause I know they feeling me

I don't gotta do much to get noticed
Stepped on the scene switching the focus
All of my haters either like or love me but they on my body like I need lotion
I know I give em excitement
When I drop they the first ones reciting
You lose flavor responding to media haters but in person we spice him up
Had to stop cooking niggas they more chicken than chicken tenders
Five six seven eight one two they study my moves like I'm a dancer
One take I don't need no rehearsal
I move at my own pace like a turtle
And I'm quick to make a nigga shoulder lean back like he sipping that purple
When I come through don't make a sound
Chucking the deuce like Chris Brown
He get move quick like bricks by the pound
Careless who before me cause I'm here now
I hear the mumbling and all the cackling about who the real talk of the town
Bet your money on me if I'm in the spot bet I make every big stepper move around

This a taste of the damage i'm causing I didn't even make it they hoping I forfeit
Caused a frenzy that's making them envy they know I'm a vibe never once had to force it
I was told when god make a way for you come feed the hood like the previous bosses
Now its bags for the moms and the children and all my opps cause I'm making em nauseous
I know they sick of me
Deep down they wanna get rid of me
Too bad they can not get rid of me that's why they itching up to be a friend to me
I know they sick of me
Deep down they wanna get rid of me
Ain't gotta pat myself like I lost my keys cause I know they feeling me