Kodak Black, Jeezy - Feeling Like lyrics

[Kodak Black, Jeezy - Feeling Like lyrics]

I just pray to God
Them crackers don't come indict me
I know if I go to jail
You prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like
"None these bitches 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 indict me
I know if I go to jail
You prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like
"None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only
Want me 'cause I'm icy

My lil' nigga trigger happy
Wanna 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 strategy
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 nigga you miss Christmas, my nigga
You miss Easter, my nigga
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'
Lil Kodak I'm gone

I just pray to God
Them crackers don't come indict me
I know if I go to jail
You prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like
"None these bitches 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 indict me
I know if I go to jail
You prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like
"None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only
Want me 'cause I'm icy

Yo, my daughter got a nanny
For her other nanny
Bitch, I made it out the hood
Mother fuck a Grammy
Two mil' on wheels, that's in my garage
Wish Granny could see me now, bitch
I'm livin' large
Trip to Lauderdale, re-upped 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 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 ass barely 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 nigga from the hood, I'ma die that way

I just pray to God
Them crackers don't come indict me
I know if I go to jail
You prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like
"None these bitches 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 indict me
I know if I go to jail
You prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like
"None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only
Want me 'cause I'm icy

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