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 Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape Sometimes 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 ballin' Supposed to be winnin', yeah I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin' 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 intend to smash, no pen and pad Married to the game, no strings attached Married to the game, got a season pass You wasn't here, but don't even 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 Outline 'em in chalk Lord, thoughts so Trap nigga on a pop tour Break dancing on cardboard Wrist workin' that Pyrex In the bando with that Mossberg 50 shots with my nigga Jonny Somebody stole the truck from Benihanas Next day he bought a new one Like you win some and you lose some Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape Sometimes 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 ballin' Supposed to be winnin', yeah I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin' No one gave me shit, yeah I feel like, I feel like I'm I'm supposed to be ballin', 'posed to be winnin' I spent thousands on linens and this is just the beginnin' I bought my momma a crib before I got my own place Picked my pop up from prison and gave 'em places to stay See I am handpicked by God, I defied all the odds I need a sign that say foreigns only in my garage You know I'm vicious and hungry, my competition is phony I'm on my way, cowabunga, to all my cousins, I love ya I work hard for this shit, I got sleep deprivation My momma tellin' me, boy you gotta 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 Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape Sometimes 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 ballin' Supposed to be winnin', yeah I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin' No one gave me shit, yeah I feel like, I feel like I'm When I dropped Trapaveli, I stayed in 3 star 'telis With 2 time felons, one time I was bailin' Every Tom, Dick, and Helen They would act like they was reppin' 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 motherfuckin' prison We would wrap it like a present We would act it like the preset You was actin' like a peasant I hold an eagle in the desert With the Rollie and the bezel I was fuckin' 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 til I get a fuckin' callous Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape Sometimes 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 ballin' Supposed to be winnin', yeah I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin' No one gave me shit, yeah I feel like, I feel like I'm