Gravey - Feel It (feat. Witchmob)

Yo Go ahead I'm with the martyr flow
(Whoa)
I'm reaching far, where reason falters
Talkin Dreams where only god can Go

I feel like pac
But in a broader scope
Like i was brought up out kaleidoscopes

The flow been wavy
Gliding hoe

I been flying
Whoa

And soon ill touch ground
Actions fed by tribulations could get you touched now
Get with the duck down

I'm back and chasing a buck
Blaow

Gravey season talkin birds
I'm running a touchdown

Might be the coldest breathing

I'm past the broken shit
In fact
The bars ain't cold my g
They fuckin freezin

Spit gross like known bulimics
The flow been over ceilings
Wet spot on the sofa
Near ya hoe
I guess the bitch could feel it

I guess the bitch could feel it
I guess the bitch could feel it
I get a track and fade to black
I know the bitch can feel it

I guess the bitch could feel it
I guess the bitch could feel it
I get a track and fade to black
I know the bitch could feel it

Young hopeless
Can't sell crack might smoke it
Enough with the jokes kid
The music it does what the dope did
They lining up now with the nose drip
Oh shit
I'm taking it back to my old shit
I been in my baggie like o flips

Now which one of y'all think
Ya really want it with him

Best ante up I'm by my lonesome
Ain't no soldiers with him

I'm hot as Folgers in this
It's best you mind your business
Stressed in mind and pressed for time
You know he got the Ill intentions
Best get to stepping

Yo you can bet it for the lettuce
Turn a row home to fuckin weapon

(Shits crazy man)

I guess the bitch could feel it
I guess the bitch could feel it
I get a track and fade to black
I know the bitch can feel it

I guess the bitch could feel it
I guess the bitch could feel it
I get a track and fade to black
I know the bitch could feel it

Written by:
Corey Hierstetter

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