Feeling Like

(앨범: Painting Pictures - 2017)

[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 thinking like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feeling 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 thinking like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feeling like you only want me 'cause I'm icy

My lil nigga tripping, 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 living like a sniper, lying with the window cracked
'Cause I'm about to see out the end
I be chasing 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 smoking grabba leaf
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 nigga
You miss Christmas, my nigga
You miss Easter, my nigga
You missing out on your children
The streets vouch for me 'cause rapping what I'm living
I rap the way I rap 'cause I be rapping what I'm feeling
Lil Kodak 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 thinking like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feeling 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 thinking like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feeling like you only want me 'cause I'm icy

[Jeezy:]
Yo, my daughter got a nanny for her other nanny
Bitch, I made it out the hood, motherfucking Grammy
Two mil on wheels, that's in my garage
Wish Granny could see me now, bitch, I'm living large
Trip to Lauderdale, reupped in Parkway
50/50, make it back, that's what the odds say
Y'all pray for us, we on the turnpike
And if them lights get behind us, I'ma burn rubber
See niggas lose they life, nigga lose their minds
Niggas get to like you, nigga left behind, woo
These niggas love to hate but shit, I love the grind
And ain't no looking better, just a waste of time
Long, live, fresh, these niggas 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 niggas 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 working for this rap money
They tried to stop me living good, I'ma die today
Rich nigga from the hood, I'ma 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 thinking like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feeling 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 thinking like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feeling like you only want me 'cause I'm icy