Feeling Like lyrics

[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 b*tches 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 b*tches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
My lil' n*gga 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 n*gga
You miss Christmas, my n*gga
You miss Easter, my n*gga
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 b*tches 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 b*tches 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)
b*tch, I made it out the hood, mother f*ck a Grammy (f*ck)
Two mil' on wheels, that's in my garage (Uh)
Wish Granny could see me now, b*tch, 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 n*ggas lose they life, n*ggas lose their minds (Minds)
n*ggas get to like you, n*gga left behind (Woo)
These n*ggas love to hate but sh*t, I love the grind (Grind)
And it ain't no lookin' better, just a waste of time (Yeah)
Long, live, fresh, these n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 b*tches really like me" (Oh, my n*gga)
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 b*tches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy