Songtext I feel me Lil' Wayne

I feel me

So "Little Wayne," whats your motivation?

Is that really a question?
Do you really have that written down in your notepad?
You should be ashamed of yourself
You smell me girl
I smell like money
See, that's what they don't understand
(Tell 'em a god damn thing)
To me it was always get money or die
I come up under Birdman the number one stunner
You know what I mean I'm stunner junior
That's all I know that's all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying
And I feel that way
For real

So hard I go I keep pushing
The game so crazy I'm in it like deep p****
I got chips from trying to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars every time I played hookie
Dwayne Carter absent keep looking
I'm present on the block
I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright like heaven on the watch
Yea n**** I done dropped one eleven on the watch
So watch and see what I do
Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing
They got the shivers man I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F. Baby now the F is for Fema
Sick n**** b**** I spit that Leukemia
Yea no cure no help
So me so good so hard so felt
Feel me

And that's just my point right there
That's what I'm always trying to stress know what I'm saying
If you don't understand me if you don't feel me then you ain't real
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me, you know?

So, is your music considered the voice of urban America
Or America period?

I mean, I would say the voice of the hood, cause that's who I speak for
And myself, you know what I mean, my family that's who I represent
My homies, my girl, my life you know

C'mon, bang this s*** n**** pump my s***
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that b****
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that b****
You gotta aim that s*** and straight bust that s***
Like motherf*** them n****s what they wan-do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo
F***ing with the boy baby that's a gamble
If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap table
I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable
Like nobody make a sound where the paper where the paper
Gotta get it gotta have it
Once I got it I'm a spend it
Then its back to doing any damn thing just to get it
The re-ups be like birthday parties
No room to park the cars in the garages
So outside the cribs all you see is arragis
If I ain't say it right f*** it I ain't foreign
Feel me

And see
That's where everybody get me wrong at
You know what I mean
I got that heat rock, for real

Why do you think other rappers
Lack the impact of your music?

That's because they ain't got that heat rock like me
You know what I mean
They ain't spitting like me
They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over here man, for real
I need relief, y'all help me
I know y'all sick of me,
'cause I'm tired of y'all for real

And based on the bank,
I'm doing much better than a lot of these n****s
I'm tired of these n****s
Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm c***ing back and pa**ing
They catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh ooh that gone probably burn ya
That gone probably learn ya
To never ever ever, ever ever ever come around here no more
Rich gangsters over here you gotta die with the broke b****
I'm the God I should ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe yeah
Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em bout my last show
Tell 'em bout my last hoe
You know, just born to mack
Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime n****s falling back
That's right I'm coming baby yeah hard as crack
Feel me

And that's just what it is n****
If you don't like my s***
Then f*** you and your s*** man straight up
That's how I was taught that's how I was brought up
And that's how I'm a go down man, for real
Cash-Money Young-Money in your motherf***ing throat b****
Swallow slow
Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song
B****