Can You Feel That / Cloud 9

[Verse 1: Devilish T.]
Never understand why these playa haters everywhere
I feel them bitches in the cut, just givin' me an evil stare
But I don't worry 'bout it, 'cause I plan to make it to the top
Just me, my click, my family, and my fuckin' ni-zz-ine Glock
On the stroll daily, buckin' bitches that get to crazy
Shootin' 'em tones, left and right
Sn-izz-ow got them niggas hyped
Rob yo own cousin, it ain't no love for you, sissy boy
I let you [?] to long, now the Devilish nigga out to destroy
Don't get caught in the game, just maintain, and don't be no fool
You done crossed me out, and I'm tired of keepin' my fuckin' cool
But thats between me and you, so what the fuck you wanna do
I'm lettin' you know, straight up, I don't give a fuck
So who is my friends? Who the fuck is my folk? Smokin' indo, so fucked up I just don't know (just don't know)

[Verse 2: ]
Yeah, It's so damn hard from A to B to C to D
I'm out to climb, dreamin' to stack a hundred G's
It's just an every mans dream, just to stack a lotta green
I guess that man green make that man, and that man serve them fiends
I been rappin' for some years, ain't even close to the top
But until a playa make it, I sale da d-izz-ope around the block (Block)
I told myself, I ain't workin' for no pint of shit
[?] smoke a onion blunt
Hit that coke [?] one night [?]
So tell me, can you feel me?
I just kill the ana, then my soul sippin' on that [?] muthafucka, leave yo body [?]
So tell me why destruction happen when a playa on that blow?
[?] deep [?] the way to go
I'm blastin' on this bitch (Boom)
I'm hopin' I can wish, 'cause the world ain't shit, without some dollaz and yo click
So if I catch you slippin', you must don't not care 'bout much
I plan to make it the top, and I don't give a fuck
Can you feel that, bitch? (bitch)
I blast that ass

We in this muthafucka for the '7, its on

[Verse 3: ]
Cheifin' on a big fat blunt, catch the sut of my cigarette butt
200 meters, [?] be testin' me, [?] I'm dumpin' 'em slugs in yo guts
Ho gonna be cheesin', constantly bleedin', whenever we teasin' a trick
When I be ridin', I'm ridin' and creep, [?] bitch, we with that shit
[?] to stang
When I be smokin' on indo [?] weed, [?] maintain
Showin' no stoppin' and I'm takin' my time, brighten up on my vocabulary
Mossberg slugs will enter yo chest, takin' no shit from my adversary
[?] when I'm full of that Hen-and-Da-C
From Chicago that my home town, and I represent Memphis Tenne-and-the-ssee
Blackhaven where I dwell, where I chill wit' the KGP
Represent, dead president, you better [?]
Don't get caught slippin' on da track, women drunk from sippin' on da Yak
Never worry about [?] tricks, 'cause them [?] got my back (Fool)
[?] cheif like old times, better like the '70s
Smokin' so much chronic, with my mama of them hippies
If you was to trace my roots back to my next-to-kin
Best to believe, yes in-the-deed, we cheifin' like a pack of [?]
Even old times, when we didn't blow them shotguns
If I was an Indian, you come n' cheif, smoke one

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