On a dark and stormy night, I don't blend in
Bitch I shine bright (okay)
I heard your favorite rapper and he sounds like all-caps
Sound like all hype (okay)
But I don't write reviews 'cause that's something y'all do
Something y'all type (okay)
They treat my style like a family-size meal
They just sit around and bite (okay)
I used to live with the roaches (yeah, yeah)
Now my neighbors either dumb rich or damn white (okay)
If you wanna get what you want in life
Then you gotta kill or you gotta fight (okay)
If you my bitch then I'm with you (yeah)
I don't give a fuck if you wrong or right
Niggas switchin' over figures that they ain't even touch
That's why I'll never get it
I'ma step back now let's take a second (okay)
People act like they ain't learn their lesson (okay)
My silence too cool, I design address them (okay)
Four fifty set under my Margiela (okay)
Foot on their neck I won't never let up (damn, damn)
Foot on the gas I stomp on the pedal (whoa)
I need the best I ain't tryna settle (yeah, yeah)
I got half a billion, but it still ain't enough

Call me crazy but you can never call me broke (broke)
I put that fly shit on and post it now they takin' notes (notes)
Either way it go, we coast-to-coast and rolling dope (rolling dope)
I won't change the way I act no matter where I go (where I go)

Can you feel me? Can you feel me? (What?)
Can you feel me? (Uh-huh) can you feel me? (Yeah)
Can you feel me? (Uh-huh) can you feel me? (Oh, yeah)
Can you feel me? (Whoa, yeah) can you feel me? (Let's go)

Yeah, Rico, I think they can feel you
Am I trippin' or they get the spot and don't know what to do?
Where's the ceilin'? I think you took it off 'cause it look cool
I got niggas who take your chain and take your life too
I need a house full of windows, you drive by, you can see this shit
Oh looky here, the richest bitch, who would've envisioned it
Came from the trenches but these shoes I got all from Italy
I make my own cash so can't nobody tell me what to spend (whoa)

Call me crazy but you can never call me broke (broke)
I put that fly shit on and post it now they takin' notes (notes)
Either way it go, we coast-to-coast and rolling dope (rolling dope)
I won't change the way I act no matter where I go (where I go)

Can you feel me? Can you feel me? (What?)
Can you feel me? (Uh-huh) can you feel me? (Yeah)
Can you feel me? (Uh-huh) can you feel me? (Oh, yeah)
Can you feel me? (Whoa, yeah) can you feel me? (Let's go)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bradford Lewis, Malik Foxx Parker, Maria Kelly