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Feeling Like - Kodak Black/Young Jeezy (杨·吉兹)
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**ches 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**ches really like me
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
My lil ni**a 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' 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 ni**a
You miss Christmas my ni**a
You miss Easter my ni**a
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 call it out 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**ches 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**ches really like me
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
Yo my daughter got a nanny for the nanny
B**ch I made it out the hood motherf**kin' Grammy
Two mil on wheels that's in my garage
Wish Granny could see me now b**ch 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'ma burn rubber
See niggas lose they life ni**a lose their minds
Niggas get to like you ni**a left behind woo
These niggas 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 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 a** 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 workin' for this rap money
They tried to stop me livin' good I'ma die today
Rich ni**a from the hood I'ma die that way
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**ches 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**ches really like me
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy