Feeling Like - Kodak Black feat Jeezy
[Kodak Black:]
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these b_tches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these b_tches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
My lil n_gga trippin', have the one catch a body
He even dropped outta school, took it to his hobby
I told him to just do it and don't talk about it
And once you slide, boy, you better hit everybody
I'm livin' like a sniper, lyin' with the window cracked
'Cause I'm about to see out the end
I be chasin' paper but these ladies, they be after me
And every time I talk to one, they gotta scrap a G
All of 'em got a game plan on try to catch me
Think about my life, every night I'm smokin' grass weed
I think about my homies in the system
I think about my homies 'cause I miss 'em
I wish you could call me to come get you, my n_gga
You miss Christmas, my n_gga
You miss Easter, my n_gga
You missin' out on your children
The streets vouch for me 'cause rappin' what I'm livin'
I rap the way I rap 'cause I be rappin' what I'm feelin'
[?] I'm gone
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these b_tches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these b_tches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
[Jeezy:]
Yo, my daughter got a nanny for my her other nanny
B_tch, I made it out the hood, motherf_ckin' Grammy
Two mil on wheels, that's in my garage
Wish Granny could see me now, b_tch, I'm livin' large
Tripped a lotta deal, reupped and parted ways
50/50, make it back, that's what they all say
Y'all pray for us, we on the turn pipe
And if them lights get behind us, I'm a burn rubber
See n_ggas lose they life, lose their minds
N_ggas get to like you, n_gga left behind, woo
These n_ggas love to hate but sh_t, I love the grind
And ain't no lookin' better, just a waste of time
Long, live, fresh, these n_ggas ain't right for ya
But keep it real, hey, who really down to die for ya?
All I know is that these chains take a way this pain
Scrapped up in the 'rari in designer frames
Mad luck just hit the last house
My paranoid ass Bentley, got the cash out
I feel like n_ggas don't want me to be great
Until you're made but they're inside, G's fake
Thank the Lord, I got blessed with some trap money
But the devil got me workin' for this rap money
They tried to stop me livin' good, I'm a die today
Rich n_gga from the hood, I'm a die that way
[Kodak Black:]
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these b_tches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these b_tches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
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