2 Chainz - I Feel Like lyrics
rate me(Intro: Kevin Gates)
Some individuals look at the accomplishments of otha individuals
Aand allow themselves to become jealous
Everybody know what it take, everybody don't do what it take
I don't get tired
(Hook: Kevin Gates)
Sometimes ya grind from the bottom, get yo chips straight
Sometimes ya can make a million off a mix tape
Sometimes ya get to the top and then yo family hate
Don't give a damn what them haters say
I feel like I'm pposed to be balling
Supposed to be winning, yeah
I feel like I'm pposed to be balling
No one gave me shit, yeah
I feel like, I feel like I'm
(Verse: 2 Chainz)
I did a song wit Kevin way 'fore ya'll followed him on his Instagram
Did a song wit 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
Ya wasn't here, but don't easer pad
From Decatur to Treetorn, I make luv wit a mink on
I'm top floor, ya need a key just to get off of
Need a key just to get off of
Need a key just to get off of
Hangin' rappers on a chop board
Outline 'em in chalk Lord
Thought so! Trap nigga on a pop tour
Break dancin' on cardboard
Wrist working that Pyrex
In the bando where that moss burp
Fifty shots wit my nigga Jonny
Somebody stole the truck from Benihanas
Next day he bought a new one
Like ya win some and ya lose some
(Hook)
(Verse 2: 2 Chainz)
I'm supposed to be balling, pposed to be winning
I spent thousands on linens 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 '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
Ya know I'm vicious and hungry, my competition is phony
I'm on my way, kowwabonga to all my cousins, I luv ya
I work hard for this shit, I got sleep deprivation
My mama telling me, boy ya got 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
(Hook)
(Verse 3: 2 Chainz)
When I dropped Trapaveli, I stayed in 3 star hotels
Wit 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 muthafucking prison
We would wrap it like a present
We would act it like the preset
Ya was acting like a peasant
I hold an eagle in the desert
Wit the Rollie and the bezel
I was fucking wit the bastards
Yeah I am so slick, bitch ya betta hit yo hazards
And I bought a Versace plate just to eat my salad
And I can count money 'till I get a fuckin' callous
(Hook)
