Jeezy - Feeling Like lyrics

[Chorus: 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 thinkin' like, "None these b**hes 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**hes really like me" I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy [Verse 1: Kodak Black] My lil n***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 n***a You miss Christmas, my n***a You miss Easter, my n***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' Lil Kodak I'm gone [Chorus: 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 thinkin' like, "None these b**hes 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**hes really 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 b**h, I made it out the hood, motherf**in' Grammy Two mil on wheels, that's in my garage Wish Granny could see me now, b**h, I'm livin' 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 n***as lose they life, n***a lose their minds n***as get to like you, n***a left behind, woo These n***as love to hate but sh**, I love the grind And ain't no lookin' better, just a waste of time Long, live, fresh, these n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a from the hood, I'ma die that way [Chorus: 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 thinkin' like, "None these b**hes 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**hes really like me" I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy