Feel Me

Interviewer:
So "Little Wayne," whats your motivation?

Lil' Wayne:
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, thats what they don't understand (Tell 'em a god d*mn thang)
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 thats all I know thats all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying
And I feel that way
Foreal

Verse 1:
So hard I go I keep pushing
The game so crazy I'm in it like deep p*ssy
I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars everytime 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 nigg* I done dropped one eleven on the watch
So watch and see what I do
Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing hachoo
They got the shivers 'mayne I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F. Baby now the F is for FEMA
Sick nigg* b*tch I spit that Leukemia
Yea no cure no help
So me so good so hard so felt
Feel me

Lil' Wayne:
And thats just my point right there
Thats 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 thats all that count to me you know

Interviewer:
So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period

Lil' Wayne:
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I speak for
And myself, you know what I mean, my family thats who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life you know

Verse 2:
C'mon, bang this s**t nigg* pump my s**t
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that b*tch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that b*tch
You gotta aim that s**t and straight bust that s**t
Like motherfk them what they wan-do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black rambo
fking with the boy baby thats a cambo
If he won in vegas leave him on the cr*p 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'mma spend it
Then its back to doing any d*mn 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 arayis
If I ain't say it right fk it I ain't foreign
Feel me

Lil' Wayne:
And see thats where everybody get me wrong at you know what I mean
I got that heat rock, foreal

Interviewer:
Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music

Lil' Wayne:
Thats 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, foreal
I need relief, y'all help me
I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all foreal

Verse 3:
And based on the bank, I'm doing much better than alot of these
I'm tired of these
Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm c*cking back and passing
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*tch
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 falling back
Thats right I'm comming baby yeah hard as crack
Feel Me

Lil' Wayne:
And thats just what it is nigg*
If you don't like my s**t then fk you and your s**t man straight up
Thats how I was tought thats how I was brought up
and thats how I'mma go down
Cash-Money Young-Money in your motherfking throat b*tch
sw*llow slow
Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song
b*tch