Can you feel it?Can you feel it?Can you feel it?Can you feel it?I got a plastic medicine container of that AfghaniPeep, raw rolling papers, no chemicalsNo bleach, I'm about to be in thereTo the point where I'ma blur my speechAfter I finish this liter of yak and blow this eighth of KeithManage, don't bother me, I'll pop yaWith the 5.56, the special medulla oblongataThat'll stop ya, tune ya up real properSpin you around like the propolisMy name ain't Harry, but I'm a potterMy mouth hella dry, I need some waterOne day I know I'ma die, forgive me fatherBut I'm livin' for now, forget tomorrowI'm a product of my environmentSo I ain't thinkin' about retirementI'ma continue to push the shade*** a 401k, I *** on squaws every dayAnd get my helmet eight, Corolla LAAnd my agent hella behaveI'm high as gasoline, I'm from EthazineAnd my whole team, we lean in them cuts of printI keep a couple thingsPlus a bunch of money, I'ma keep a couple thingsI'm a 40 Glock with a dot in case I have toI might blast through, chop it up and bounceMy little homie, he be on me, say I owe an ounceI tell him catch me in the morning with your bank accountAnd I just take it off the tab when you cash me outI do the mass amount of numbers, I'm impeccableAnd I ain't even gon' lie, I'm off them ediblesYou see my niggas come through, they buy them vegetablesAnd not a chair, mother***ers need their medicalI put the work, I'ma do the work, I'ma do the workI get them dividendsAnd them Benjamins become a nigga's best friendAnd everything I'm inYou know it's off the handsIt feel good when a real nigga winSay it thenDown and get your *** outThat's what I told herI don't wanna trash my ass no moreY'all can have my leftoversI ain't finna be head over heelsOver no broad mane, I'm too flyI make my hook up for another fish to frySee when a dude *** hella broadShe's a playerBut when a broad *** hella dudeShe's a slutAnd you wanna know what else?You wanna know what?If I find out that she was ***ing on one of the homiesI'm ***ing on bothI tell bitches where I'm fromTo leave them feelings at homeAnd if they listeningYou probably ain't feeling the songBut am I wrong?Standing there looking at me crazyI'm never ***ing youWhen these other bitches pay meAlready with the babyCome on with them dollarsI'll show you where they goingAnd them other hoes will followI'm off in my ImpalaNine Phoenix ActI just revamped thatPut them chins in the backMake it slowTowards the ideaOchooOchooOchooOchooOchooOchooOchooOchooOchooOchooWe'll see you next time.