Chef Mal - Feel Me Lyrics

I wanna buy that Benz, not have it on a lease
I wanna wear that ice, that glisten in the light
I gotta have a plan, to be wearing that mink
So I bought it for half, then I sold it for twice

Chef in this bitch and I fight for the inch
I reach in my bag and I pull out a pinch
I checkin the time so I hold up my wrist
It be half pass nine so I pull out my list

I'm going insane
I'm clinching my fists
My Bolts have come loose
Someone find me a wrench
I'm feeling divine
I'm closing my eyes
As I'm laying down bars
While I'm building up rhymes
I put down the whiskey
An I picked up the mic

Feel me your heartbeat
Feel, feel, me
Feel me in your heart B
Feel, feel, me

Turn up the knob
Let it all loose
Take a whole tab
Sip off the juice
I'm trippin my lines
My tongue is real loose
I stay on my grind
I pour out the goose

I'm rolling up L's
I'm putting down wins
I'm ringing the bell
We got dinner at ten
I'll be cleaning your plate
If you come in my pin

Tell me where the hate at
Tell me that I sing flat
Tell me that I can't rap
Tell me that my beats crap
Is anybody listening
Is anybody whispering
Is anybody dissing
Or care about me

I've gone through some shit
Like I done and got wrecked
And wrecked two of my whips
Ever since jail
I've put wind in my sail
I'll never go back
To the day I paid bail

Feel, feel, me
Throw a couple spells, and I'll summon the beast
I know where he dwells, and I know what he eats
I'm wishing you well, when you facing those teeth
Cause the beast that I summoned, live deep inside me

Switch up the flow
Jump in my whip
Light up the dro
Walk like a crypt
I'm feelin this shit
Break it down low

Spit on the face of the leaders in place
Of the Divided States, I feel disgraced
I feel the weight, there's people displaced
We need to embrace, let's end the debate
Let's open the gates, Before it's too late
Nobody dead weight, stop taking the bait

Feel, feel me
Turn down the beat
Put it in your heart
I feel all the love
But appeal to the hate
F*cking with my rhymes
But I gotta tell the truth

F*ck Donald Trump, I'm free to this speech
Just took a fat dump, an it reminded me of he
Take him off his high horse it's time to impeach

He's looking like a bitch
Who's tryna spin tricks
Just looking at him
Makin me wanna itch
He's the master of one
That one sucking dick
Not doing it for us
He's doing it for him
Not doing us good
Just put him in a pin

He's Russian to Putin
Kim's dick in his mouth
Turn up my flow
Right outta yah chest
I'm dressin so fresh
Death dressin like me
He got to his knee
He passéd me the scythe
He said for the night
You be fighting the light
If you kill all the rappers
You get back yah life
So I went on my mission
And I put em in sights
I'm takin out haters
Right outta my life