I Feel Like (feat. Kevin Gates)

Some individuals look at the accomplishments

Of other individuals and allow themselves to become jealous

Everybody know what it take

Everybody don't do what it take

I don't get tired

Sometime you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight

Sometime you can make a million off a mixtape

Sometime you get to the top and then your family hate

Don't give a damn what them haters say

I feel like I'm 'posed to be balling

Supposed to be winning, yeah

I feel like I'm 'posed to be balling

But no one gave me shit, yeah

I feel like, I feel like I'm

I did a song with Kevin way 'fore ya'll followed him

On his Instagram

Did a song with Young Dolph

'Fore ya'll even know what Memphis had

I tend to smash, no pen and pad

Married to the game, no strings attached

Married to the game, got a season pass

You was ahead, but I'm EZ Pass

From Decatur to Tifton, I make love with a mink on

I'm top floor, you need a key just to get off of

Need a key just to get off of

Need a key just to get off of

Hanging rappers on a chop board

Outlining 'em in chalk Lord, thought so

Trap **** on a pop tour

Breakdancing on cardboard

Wrist working that Pyrex

In a bando with that Mossberg

Fifty shots with my **** Johnny

Somebody stole a truck from Benihana's

Next day he bought a new one

Like you win some and you lose some

Sometime you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight

Sometime you can make a million off a mixtape

Sometime you get to the top and then your family hate

Don't give a damn what them haters say

I feel like I'm 'posed to be balling

Supposed to be winning, yeah

I feel like I'm 'posed to be balling

But no one gave me shit, yeah

I feel like, I feel like I'm

Supposed to be balling, 'posed to be winning

I spent thousands on linen

And this is just the beginning

I bought my mama a crib before I got my own place

Picked my pop up from prison

And gave him places to stay

See, I am hand picked by god, I defied all the odds

I need a sign that say foreigns only in my garage

You know, I vicious and hungry, my competition is phony

I'm on my way, cowabunga, to all my cousins, I love you

I work hard for this shit, I got sleep deprivation

My mama telling me, boy, you need to take a vacation

I got one in the air, another one in rotation

And when they ask me where I'm at, I say the trap my location

Sometime you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight

Sometime you can make a million off a mixtape

Sometime you get to the top and then your family hate

Don't give a damn what them haters say

I feel like I'm 'posed to be balling

Supposed to be winning, yeah

I feel like I'm 'posed to be balling

But no one gave me shit, yeah

I feel like, I feel like I'm

When I dropped Trapevelli, I stayed in three stars 'telis

With two time felons, one time I was bailing

Every Tom, Dick, and Helen

They would act like they was repping, who was real?

Who was fake? It was hard to keep it separate

And my bankroll big, this big, need Excedrin

And excessive marijuana in my mother fucking prison

We would wrap it like a present

We would act it like a preset

You was acting like a peasant

I hold an eagle in the desert

With the rollie and the bezel

I was fucking with the bastards

Yeah, I am so slick, bitch you better hit your hazards

And I bought a Versace plate just to eat my salad

And I can count money till I get a fucking callous

Sometime you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight

Sometime you can make a million off a mixtape

Sometime you get to the top and then your family hate

Don't give a damn what them haters say

I feel like I'm 'posed to be balling

Supposed to be winning, yeah

I feel like I'm 'posed to be balling

But no one gave me shit, yeah

I feel like, I feel like I'm