BonTana Honcho - Make'em Feel Me

I put three grams inside of leaf I fell asleep smoking
Woke up 'cuz my gun kept poking my side but that shit keep poking
I wiped them ashes off my lap and I just keep smoking
But damn the opp just put me out but I just keep focus
Real nigga shit I make'em feel me then feel me again
I watch my back closely nigga, hell naw we ain’t friends
But I got brothers who gon' ride with Big Honcho til' the end
But that don’t mean that they won’t snake me, I’m just being a Ben
So much music that I ain’t drop, knew niggas wouldn’t listen
Corona spitting, cover up, look I got your attention
Police brutality it’s crazy, damn it sparked some tension
He say she say damn it’s crazy, how I sparked they mentions
All these trails and tribulations got me feeling strange
I put my niggas on, so we can speak about our pain
I told 'em leave me 'lone I bossed up, I became insane
If you my brother won’t turn my back, we all as one, we the same
Sometimes it’s storming on the inside, it can’t rain forever
Reevaluate myself, I only do it for better
How many times you helped your man's when he fucked up, that’s never
And you might keep that shit a hundred, but I gave 'em several
'Cuz Ima make 'em feel me
I pop a lot of shit I make a nigga wanna kill me
Fuck a nigga hating tell 'em Honcho in the building
Treat 'em like construction nigga all we do is drill 'em
I hear a lot of niggas talking cash talk
Or how you sent that money to 'ya last dawg
But now you call 'em opps 'cuz he ran off
Oh now you saying fuck 'em 'cuz he scammed off
Nigga that’s your ass dawg
Keep some Gangstas in my circle
Rolling up some nuggets, switch the flavors color purple
I can’t trust a nigga dawg who act like it’s for certain
Only thing for certain, disrespect we do 'em dirty
How we gone survive, when you killing us
Thank God I’m alive, ain’t no healing us
Can’t speak out over the internet, so they just picture us
Everything I say is two hundred facts, so you can’t fiction us
Can’t tell a nigga shit but what he know, it ain’t no fixing us
Now we got our hands glued to our gun, so the bitch can stick to us
But I’ll be damned if my kind fall, man they won’t pick you up
Instead they draw down on you facts, it ain’t no getting up
That’s fucked up
'Cuz Ima make 'em feel me
I pop a lot of shit I make a nigga wanna kill me
Fuck a nigga hating tell 'em Honcho in the building
Treat 'em like construction nigga all we do is drill 'em
I hear a lot of niggas talking cash talk
Or how you sent that money to 'ya last dawg
But now you call 'em opps 'cuz he ran off
Oh now you saying fuck 'em 'cuz he scammed off
Nigga that’s your ass dawg
Can’t tell a nigga shit but what he know, it ain’t no fixing us
Now we got our hands glued to our gun, so the bitch can stick to us
But I’ll be damned if my kind fall, man they won’t pick you up
Instead they draw down on you facts, it ain’t no getting up

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BonTana Honcho

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