Internal Records - Feel Me? ft. Davio (w/ Lyrics)

Lyrics
(Prod. by Yaphiet)

[Yaphiet]:
Who you hatin' on? This my celebration song
You should take it home and toast to all da bangin' songs
I remember when I would play alone, in the streets
Aint guarantee dat I would make it home, Rest in peace
To all my niggas who aint made it home (Wussup)
To my niggas who went and made their own (Wussup)
And didn't wait for another nigga's pay,
To fill up they plate, Nigga get up today, anyways
I'm at the party and I'm hella on
Drunk talk, yappin on the telephone
I'm tellin' my bruhs that I love 'em dawg
And they like "I know, but why the hell are you yellin fo'?"
Iight, I guess 'cuz it's incredible
That the click as a whole spit hella cold... shit
Fuck it, Internal is some eskimoes
Gettin our decimals, 'til we ballin like some testicles
Yeah. And dat's really ballin. And Quillo dey still aint feelin me.

[Merquillo]:
Aint got nothin' but respect, I'ont call her 'bitch' (Unh uhh)
And kick it wit no goons 'cept Outta Pocket click (Yea)
I been grindin since June, for many moons, when yall was actin baffoons
Now I gotta yell 'Free my nigga soon!' (Free my nigga, mayn)
'Member when we used to chase the ice cream truck (Chasin')
And then we started swangin' on dat hyphy stuff
But after da crash I hadda tighten up, didn't want my life on stuck,
Used to follow crowds, now they bitin' us
Get off my ass mrs. pitbull
I'm a piranha I'll bite back atcho temple
From da bay water, I'm a ryda, new messiah
Stir it up like jambalaya, you don't wanna touch the stove because its (hot)
Quit bitchin' and get out da kitchen life is just a Mission
In Oakland it's a E.14, get it? Naw dey didn't
Now that I'm in position Imma pimp da fuckin system
And also quit hatin man, you needa fuckin listen
Feel me?
Davio, they don't feel me bruh.
Fast Money. Let's get it.

[Davio]:
I live my life through hatred, robbin' just tryna make it
You know I had to take it, dreams I could neva shake 'em
And young gunholders, every night they gettin' colder
But they aint gettin older, k-i-n just like a soldier
They neva gettin sleep, stayin up, yeah for weeks
And now they locked up or laid out in them fuckin streets
I did crazy missions, livin' wit a blurry vision
And all my dudes is missin', 1 luv I stay true ta bidness
So keep da money rollin, storm da gates and keep em foldin'
You know da king is holdin, did it in da streets of Oakland
The hood has terror, mad beefs, yeah there's nothin rarer
And aint no life fair, we can all yeah, die wherever
With paranoia keep da cater, yeah tucked up on ya
And every night'll haunt ya, thinkin dey might ride up on ya
I know you feel my pain, yeah I'll neva be da same
internal dreams insane, Fast Money tryna speed da game
Yeah man, ya know
Internal wuts happenin' man?
Fast Money forever. Feel me
Davio
R.I.P Mas

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