Kodak Black - Feeling Like Lyrics

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, motherf*ck 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