Feel the Bass

Stalley

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They don't pay me to talk diamonds So I reflect on other ways of shinin' I put time in this safety deposit box And let it sit next to the Cuban and Rolex watch I split a Cuban and fill it with the greenest pot Then plot on other ways to get my money up 'Cause I turn anybody into a loyal customer Off the words that I utter to ya It's simple when you come from sewer And the world fed you manure And blocks change more than Cuba Life's not to be humored or played like a game I came for the money and not for the fame You can clear my name and clear my face I just wanna feel the beat and sink off in this leather tank Puff the J and levitate while my tings earthquake I'm from the aviation birthplace So I'm known to talk spaceships, Chevys with the chrome face Ridin' by this cold lake, slower than a snowflake Fallin' on the grass blade to dissolve away in the blink of an eye I just wanna be somewhere far I'm always lookin' for that place where I can shine Like a star, 'lone like the North one Away from the dipper, see I differ in my rise I like to be alone when I ride You can follow me home But just watch from a distance when I shine You can see it from a distance when I shine Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Diamond in the back, sunroof top Diggin' in the scene, bleedin' the block I'm the leader of the flock, Fleetwood drop Sixes on the feet, six switches make it hot Pull up in the lot, park it sideways Hop out in my five Js Blastin' "Backstabbers" by the OJs I know these niggas intentions They be hatin', it's just their ways Waitin' to catch me slippin' and cock treys I don't pay it no mind, I just bring 'em some shine While I'm freein' my mind I told you time and time again I like to ride when I be in A state of mind when I can find the word for my pen Sunk in these seats, I get inspiration from the streets Observe through the tints and paint a picture on these beats Of everything I see around me My life in this glass house A full cup and a half ounce Helps reel off the tell of the tape And those that can't relate, at least you feelin' this bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass Feel, feel the beat, feel the beat, feel the bass