Feeling Like

[Intro: Jeezy]
Mhm
Uh
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
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 of 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 of these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
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, slidin' 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
And all of 'em got a game plan on try to catch me
I'm thinkin' 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 I'm rappin' what I'm livin'
I rap the way I rap 'cause I be rappin' what I'm feelin'
Lil' Kodak I'm gone

[Chorus: Kodak Black & Jeezy]
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indict me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me (Yeah)
I be thinkin' like, "None of 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 of these bitches really like me" (Like me)
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Yo, my daughter got a nanny for her other nanny (Yeah)
Bitch, I made it out the hood, mother fuck a Grammy (Fuck)
Two mil' on wheels, that's in my garage (Uh)
Wish Granny could see me now, bitch, I'm livin' large (Yeah)
Trip to Lauderdale, re-upped in Parkway (That's right)
50/50, make it back, that's what the odds say (Yeah)
Y'all pray for us, we on the turnpike ('Pike)
And if them lights get behind us, I'ma burn right (Yeah)
See niggas lose they life, niggas lose their minds (Minds)
Niggas get to like you, nigga left behind (Woo)
These niggas love to hate but shit, I love the grind (Grind)
And it ain't no lookin' better, just a waste of time (Yeah)
Long, live, fresh, these niggas ain't right for you (For you)
But keep it real, hey, who really down to die for you? (Yeah)
All I know is that these chains take a way this pain (Pain)
Scrapped up in the 'Rari in designer frames
Mad luck just hit the last house (Last house)
My paranoid ass barely got the cash out (Yeah)
I feel like niggas don't want me to be great (Great)
Until you're made but they're inside, G's fake (Yeah)
Thank the Lord, I got blessed with some trap money (Money)
But the devil got me workin' for this rap money (Yeah)
They tried to stop me livin' good, I'ma die today ('Day)
Rich nigga from the hood, I'ma die that way

[Chorus: Kodak Black & Jeezy]
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indict me (Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me (Never write me)
I be thinkin' like, "None of these bitches really like me" (Oh, my nigga)
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy (We gonna roll)
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indict me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me (Uh)
I be thinkin' like, "None of these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy