Feeling Like

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 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 indite 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 li'l nigga trippin', have to wanna catch a body He even dropped outta school to pursue 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 a backseat rider I be chasin' paper but these ladies, they be after me And every time I talk to one of 'em, they got a strategy And all of 'em got a game plan on how to capture me I'm thinkin' 'bout my life, every night I'm smokin' grabba leaf I'm thinkin' about my homies in the system I'm thinkin' about my homies 'cause I miss 'em I wish you could call me to come get you My nigga you missed Christmas My nigga you missed 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' Li'l Kodak, I'm gone 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 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 indite 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 Now my daughter got a Nanny for my her other Nanny Bitch, I made it out the hood, motherfuck 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, reupped in Parkway 50/50, make it back, that's what the odds say Young 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 lackin' they get left behind, woo These niggas love to hate but shit, I love the grind And ain't no lookin' back, that's just a waste of time Long live Fresh, these niggas ain't ride for ya But keep it real, hey, who really down to die for ya? All I know is that these chains take away this pain Strapped up in the 'rari in designer frames Man look, feds just hit the last house My paranoid ass barely got the cash out I feel like niggas don't want me to be great Italian made, but the inside cheesecake 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 indite 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 indite 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