I Feel Like

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